Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the
May.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
