Johnny Flynn Linden Lea song lyrics

Within the woodland flow'ry gladed

By the oak tree's mossy root

The shining grass blade timber shaded

Now do quiver on the foot

And birds do whistle overhead

And water's bubbling in its bed

And there for me the apple tree

Do lean down low, in Linden Lea.

When leaves that lately were a-springing

Now do fade within the copse

And painted birds do hush their singing

High upon the timber tops,

And brown leaved fruit is turning red,

In cloudless sunshine overhead,

With root for me the apple tree

Do lean down low, in Linden Lea.

Let other folk make money faster

In the air of dark roomed towns.

I do not dread a peevish master

Though no man may heed my frowns

For I be free to go abroad

Or take again my homeward road

To where, for me, the apple tree

Do lean down low, in Linden Lea.

To where, for me, the apple tree

Do lean down low, in Linden Lea.