Breathe soft ye winds, ye waters gently flow; Shield her ye trees, ye flowers around her grow. Ye swains, I beg you, pass in silence by; My love, in yonder vale, asleep doth lie.
Breathe soft ye winds, ye waters gently flow; Shield her ye trees, ye flowers around her grow. Ye swains, I beg you, pass in silence by; My love, in yonder vale, asleep doth lie.