Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink!
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower;
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth,
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink!
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower;
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown