(by Nancy Kerr)

Some do sing as though the summer's coming
Though the sun is gone beyond the hill
And though blossoms blow and bees are humming
We'll remember cold November's chill

	Fol-the-day-o, Love is sweet-o
	Seeds are blooming underneath our feet-o
	Blow the fields through city streets-o
	Like a Joseph Taylor melody

Some do leave their gardens for to growing
Others rule with bed and boundary
For the walls and fences frame our knowing
And the meadows grow our liberty

	Fol-the-day-o, Love is ...

Though the end of time is long before us
We are hunted like the Oldham Hare
Let us sing like it's the fifth of August
And her lover's way beyond the fair

	Fol-the-day-o, Love is ...

There's a marble stone above me sleeping
There's a turtle-dove upon the wing
There's my garden grown and willow weeping
Now I hear bold Joseph Taylor sing

	Fol-the-day-o, Love is ...

recording: Nancy Kerr & James Fagan (live, 2013) [YouTube]

history: Joseph Taylor biography [Mainly Norfolk]