Full Lyrics
Come, May, with all thy flowers,
Thy sweetly scented thorn,
Thy cooling evening showers,
Thy fragrant breath at morn:
When Mayflies haunt the willow,
When Maybuds tempt the bee,
Then o’er the shining billow
My love will come to me.
From Eastern Isles she’s winging
Through watery wilds her way,
And on her cheek is bringing
The bright sun’s orient ray:
Oh, come and court her hither,
Ye breezes mild and warm,
One winter’s gale would wither
So soft, so soft, so pure, so pure a form.
The fields where she was straying,
Are blest with endless light,
With zephyrs always playing,
Through gardens always bright.
Then now, Sweet May, be sweeter
Than e’er thou’st been before;
Let sighs from roses meet her
When she comes near our shore.
