I Would Not Die in Summertime |
Stephen Foster, 1851
I would not die in Summer time When hearts are light and free, And joy is borne from every clime O'er mountain, stream and lea. I would not leave the friends I know, Beguiled of hope and cheer, To lose in burning tears of woe The glad time of the year. | 2. Oh! no, I would not pass away When, from the leafy grove, The red bird carols all the day Its song of joy and love; When merry warblers trill their notes From every bush and tree, And on the breeze, an anthem floats Of heaven-born melody. |
3. I would not die in Summer time, And lie within the tomb, When blushing fruits are in their prime, And fields are in their bloom; For I would reap the yellow grain And bind it in the sheaves; Then die when Autumn winds complain Among the blighted leaves. |