The Cherry Orchard (MacEdward Leach)

Harvest time has kissed the fields
with ripened splendour,
The cherries hang in clusters from the tree;
Down the orchard trill the robins
sweet and tender,
As I told love's story o'er to dear Louise.

It's a vision of a scene that haunts my memory,
Just a picture set in memory's golden frame;
Of the cherry orchard and the moonlight beaming,
As she spoke those words that set my heart aflame.

Down in the old cherry orchard,
Under the old cherry tree,
Every night by the moon's silvery light,
She sang love songs to me;
There's where I fondled and kissed her,
She gave her heart there to me,
Down in the old cherry orchard,
Under the old cherry tree.

####.... Variant of a rural American ballad, Down In The Old Cherry Orchard, by Alfred Bryan and S R Henry (1907) ....####

Sung by Mrs Stephen Rowsell [b.ca.1895] of Curling, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).


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