Roger Quilter - Cherry Valley
The valley paths are white as snow
And in their time with clusters red
The heavy boughs are crimsonèd
Now the low moon is looking thro'
The glimmer of the honey dew
A petal trembles to the grass
The feet of fairies pass and pass
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