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Hush Hush Not A Word - Sighing Softly To The River - Martyn Green/Darrell Fancourt/Donald Harris
Hush hush not a word
I see a light inside
The Major-General comes
So quickly hide
Yes yes the Major-General comes
Yes yes the Major-General comes
Yes yes the Major-General comes
Tormented with the anguish dread
Of falsehood unatoned
I lay upon my sleepless bed
And tossed and turned and groaned
The man who finds his conscience ache
No peace at all enjoys
And as I lay in bed awake
I thought I heard a noise
He thought he heard a noise ha ha
No all is still
In dale on hill;
My mind is set at ease
So still the scene
It must have been
The sighing of the breeze
Sighing softly to the river
Comes the loving breeze
Setting nature all a-quiver
Rustling through the trees
Through the trees
And the brook in rippling measure
Laughs for very love
While the poplars in their pleasure
Wave their arms above
Yes the trees for very love
Wave their leafy arms above
Pretty brook thy dream is over
For thy love is but a rover
Sad the lot of poplar trees
Courted by a fickle breeze
Sad the lot of poplar trees
Courted by a fickle breeze
