How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field - The Fugs

How sweet I roam’d from field to field

And tasted all the summer’s pride

'Till I the prince of love beheld

Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew’d me lilies for my hair

And blushing roses for my brow;

He led me through his gardens fair

Where all his golden pleasures grow

With sweet May dews my wings were wet

And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage;

He caught me in his silken net

And shut me in his golden cage

He loves to sit and hear me sing

Then, laughing, sports and plays with me

Then stretches out my golden wing

And mocks my loss of liberty