Ever in my life
have I sought thee with my songs.
it was they who led me from door to door,
and with them have I felt about me,
searching and touching my world.
It was my songs that taught me all
the lessons I ever learnt;
they showed me secret paths,
they brought before my sight
many a star on the horizon of my heart.
They guided me all the day long to
the mysteries of the country of pleasure and pain,
and at last to what palace gate have they
brought me at the end of my journey?
You came down from your throne
and stood at my cottage door.
I was sitting all alone in a corner,
and the melody caught your ear.
you cam down and stood at my cottage door
Masters are many in our hall,
and songs are sung there at all hours.
But the simple carol of this novice
struck at your love.
One plaintive little strain,
one plaintive little strain,
mingled with the great music of the world,
and with a flower for a prize,
you came down and stopped at my cottage door.
You came down.

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