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.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-love-should-then-belong-to-me/
