Pastures and Hillsides
Song From “April”
I know
Where the wind flowers blow!
I know,
I have been
Where the wild honey bees
Gather honey for their queen!
I would be
A wild flower,
Blue sky over me,
For an hour... an hour!
So the wild bees
Should seek and discover me,
And kiss me... kiss me... kiss me!
Not one of the dusky dears should miss me!
I know
Where the wind flowers blow!
I know,
I have been
Where the little rabbits run
In the warm, yellow sun!
Oh, to be a wild flower
For an hour... an hour...
In the heather!
A bright flower, a wild flower,
Blown by the weather!
I know,
I have been
Where the wild honey bees
Gather Honey for their queen!
Irene Rutherford McLeod