Wild red rose

I’d pluck a fair rose for my love;
I’d pluck a red rose blowing.
Love’s in my heart, a-trying so to prove
What your heart’s knowing.

I’d pluck a finger on a thorn;
I’d pluck a finger bleeding.
Red is my heart a-wounded and forlon
And your heart needing.

I'd hold a finger to my tongue;
I'd hold a finger waiting.
My heart is sore, until it joins
in song with your heart mating. 

Oh What a Beautiful Morning

 

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like its climbin' clear up to the sky.

Chorus:
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.
Repeat chorus

All the cattle are standing like statues,
All the cattle are standing like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown mav'rick is winking her eye.

Repeat chorus

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.