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 'twas like a sweet dream,
To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song,
That bower and its music I'll never forget,
But oft when alone in the bloom of the year,
I think, "Is the nightingale singing there yet?"
In that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer.
No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the
But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone,
And the dew was distilled on the flowers that gave,
All the fragrance of summer, when summer is gone.
Thus memory draws from delight 'ere it dies,
An essnce that breathes of it many a year,
Thus bright to my soul as 'twas then to mine eyes,
Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer.
Jim Hancock guitar, harmony vocals
Jim Lillquist hammered dulcimer
Bob Bielefeld lead vocals
As performed on the recording:
World Turned Upside Down
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