Author/Performer: Thomas Moore
There's a bower of roses
by Bendemeer's stream,
and the nightingale sings
'round it all the day long.
In the time of my childhood
t'was like a sweet dream,
To sit by the roses
and hear the birds' song.
That bow'r and its music
I ne'er can forget,
but oft when alone
in the bloom of the year,
I think "Is the nightingale singing there yet?
Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?
