Furze Bloom (music - Martha Woods, lyrics - Sabine Baring-Gould)

There’s not a cloud a-sailing by that does not hold a shower,

There’s not a furze bush on the moor that does not put forth flower.

About the roots we need not delve, the branches need not prune,

The yellow furze will ever flower, and ever love’s in tune.

Oh, golden furze in bloom, golden furze in bloom,

Oh, when the furze is out of flower, then love is out of tune.

There’s not a season of the year, nor weather hot nor cold

In windy Spring, in watery Fall, but furze is clad in gold,

It blossoms in the falling snow, it blazes bright in June,

And love, like it, is always here, and ever opportune.

Oh, golden furze in bloom, golden furze in bloom,

Oh, when the furze is out of flower, then love is out of tune.

Oh, golden furze in bloom, golden furze in bloom,

Oh, when the furze is out of flower, then love is out of tune.

Beside the fire with toasted crabs, we sit and love is there,

In merry Spring with apple flowers it flutters in the air.

At harvest when we toss the sheaves and love with them is tossed,

At Fall when nipped and sere the leaves, unnipped is love by frost.

Oh, golden furze in bloom, golden furze in bloom,

Oh, when the furze is out of flower, then love is out of tune.

Oh, golden furze in bloom, golden furze in bloom,

Oh, when the furze is out of flower, then love is out of tune.