Sweet words of love
he doth speak
amidst the green fields
with the high hills above
and the lush valley below
He pledged his love
no words she spoke
her sweet face
said all he wanted to know
On this Summers day
in England’s green fields
he did lift his sweet loves face
and kiss her tenderly upon her lips
He placed the ring
upon her left finger
“will you marry me my darling”
he didth say
“Yes oh yes, a million times yes”
the sweet faced girl
with tears
didth say
Pachelbel’s Canon – London Symphony Orhestra
What could be a better setting than England’s green fields?
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How very true, but such a shame Opher so many have been destroyed.
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