Frederick Delius - Silken Shoes
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Silken shoes upon golden lasts!
I've won a maiden fair!
The fairest maiden waits for me!
None is like her; none, on God's bright sunny earth
Alone she stands
Not the sky in the south nor the snow
In the north is more pure
But my heaven is filled with earthly bliss
And flames flare out of my snow
No red, red rose of summer is redder
Than her black eyes deep
I've won a maiden fair!
The fairest maiden waits for me!
None is like her; none, on God's bright sunny earth
Alone she stands
Not the sky in the south nor the snow
In the north is more pure
But my heaven is filled with earthly bliss
And flames flare out of my snow
No red, red rose of summer is redder
Than her black eyes deep
