I’ve been Roaming o’er the Prairies.
I’ve been roaming, roaming o’er the prairies wild
Plucking dewy blossoms, happy as a child;
Casting care and sadness very far away,
For the earth rejoices on this pleasant day.
I’ve been roaming, roaming where the lilies sleep,
On the tiny lakelet sparkling cool and deep,
Where the brooklet singeth o’er the pebbles white,
Making gladsome music glancing in the light;
Where the brooklet singeth o’er the pebbles white,
Making gladsome music glancing in the light.
I’ve been roaming, roaming through the wild wood deep
Searching for the flowrets when the prairies sleep;
In the tiny blossoms swaying to and fro,
Whispering to each other very soft and low.
I’ve been roaming, roaming o’er the dewy grass,
Gemm’d with fairy blossoms waving as I pass,
For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy lea,
Whispering many a story to the flowers and me;
For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy lea,
Whispering many a story to the flowers and me.