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]