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O meadow that lies right under the skies
Open all night and day,
I wish I were listening half so well,
To hear what the heavens say;
So quick to welcome what they let fall,
So ready with thanks as true;
I never should lack any bounty at all
If I had a heart like you!

 

Blossoming sweet, with a smile to meet
Every smile of the sun;
Growing glad with a brighter green,
Wherever the rivulets run;
Garnering up into golden grain
All the light and the dew;
I should never be sorry, or glad in vain
If I had a heart like you!