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Linden Lea....A Dorset Folk Song ( with lyrics)

The words are from a poem by Williams Barnes(1801-1886) and were set to music By Ralph Vaughn Williams in 1902. Lyrics: Within the woodlands, flowery gladed, By the oak trees' mossy moot, The shining grass blades, timber-shaded, Now do quiver underfoot; And birds do whistle overhead, An water's bubbling in its bed; And there, for me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves, that lately were a-springing, Now do fade within the copse, And painted birds do hush their singing, Up upon the timber tops; And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red, In cloudless sunshine overhead, With fruit for me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. Let other folk make money faster In the air of dark-roomed towns; I don't dread a peevish master, Though no man may heed my frowns. I be free to go abroad, Or take again my homeward road To where, for me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea