No blossoms brighter of the spring br No sweeter song the lark would sing, br When tulips may and daffodils br Would drape the fields and distant hills, br When bluebells bloom beneath the wood br Their sight would never seem so good, br A better place this land would be br If love should then belong to me. br br The summer sky no deeper blue br No greater scene no better view, br When meadows in the sunlight shine br Should warm that lonely heart of mine, br And where the gentle stream does flow br My happiness would truly grow, br A better place this land would be br If love should then belong to me. br br When trees of autumn did unfold br That never shone in finer gold, br Then make a carpet where I tread br To guide the way for me ahead, br The sight of purple heathered moor br Would seem much greater than before, br A better place this land would be br If love should then belong to me. br br And when the winter snows shall fall br Across the ground and cover all, br To paint a picture there complete br Where dreams were never made so sweet, br And in the sky that crystal night br Where stars have never shone so bright, br A better place this land would be br If love should then belong to me.