John Mundy - In midst of woods - текст песни (слова)

In midst of woods or pleasant grove,
 Where all sweet birds do sing, 
 Methought I heard so rare a sound, 
 Which made the heavens to ring.
 The charm was good, the noise full sweet,
 Each bird did play his part,
 And I admir'd to hear the same;
 Joy sprung into my heart.