The Village Maiden |
Stephen C. Foster, 1855
The village bells are ringing, And merrily they chime; The village choir is singing, For tis a happy time; The chapel walls are laden With garlands rich and gay, To greet the village maiden Upon her wedding day. | 2. But summer joys have faded And summer hopes have flown; Her brow with grief is shaded, Her happy smiles are gone; Yet why her heart is laden, Not one, alas! can say, Who saw the village maiden Upon her wedding day. |
3. The village bells are ringing, But hark, how sad and slow; The village choir is singing A requiem soft and low; And all with sorrow laden Their tearful tribute pay Who saw the village maiden Upon her wedding day. |