The Chestnut Trees Of May

Now spring has blessed this waiting land I look upon the village Croft, And see the chestnut trees of May With blossom flowers of white, Row on row they proudly stand Adorned in all their majesty, And all the glories of the earth Could make no better sight. The scent of new mown grass does float Upon the early morning breeze, As I now make my way across This vast and shadowed field, I rest upon a wooden bench And all-alone I calmly sit, To take in all the beauty there The season now does yield. While birds do sing in dulcet tone Within the might blossomed boughs, I listen to each song of joy That fills the sapphire sky, Amid the chestnut trees of May I find a peace that does surround, As there I dwell a little while And watch the day go by.