Semele
Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Where'er you tread
the blushing flowers shall rise
and all things flourish
and all things flourish
Where e'er you turn your eyes
Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Where'er you tread
the blushing flowers shall rise
and all things flourish
and all things flourish
Where e'er you turn your eyes