Cyril Scott The Unforeseen

The Unforseen  – lyrics by Rosamund Marriott Watson

How could I dream a day would ever dawn,
How could I dream the day would dawn, indeed,
When daffodils should glisten on the lawn,
And I not heed ?

How strange it seems to think I never knew,
That one day Spring’s first breath would thrill the air,
Brown furrows shine beneath the rain-washed blue,
And I not care.

How could I tell a long-remembered voice
Might stir grey sorrow from her wintry sleep ?
I did not dream the song-thrush would rejoice,
And I but weep.

Scott - The Unforeseen