William Allingham - Song lyrics

O Spirit of the Summertime ! Bring back the roses to the dells ; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun ; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;— Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime !