Stephen Foster - Poor Drooping Maiden lyrics

Poor drooping maiden sighing On a bright bright summer's day Alone in sorrow all day long, Thine eyes from light, Thine ears from song; Why are thy frail hands Toiling the hours away? Found in a dreary home, wound to the weary doom Why are thy frail hands Toiling the hours away? Chorus: Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day Poor drooping maiden sighing On a bright bright summer's day The birds are out with songs and glee and gladness lurks in bush and tree Where is thy pure voice that was once so light and gay? Come roam the laughing hills! Come see the dancing rills! Where is thy pure voice that was once so light and gay? Chorus Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day The flowers are out upon the lea And balmy winds are on the sea Come let thy sad heart Warm in the sun's kind ray! See how the reapers toil, Gaily they've tilled the soil Come let thy sad heart Warm in the sun's kind ray! Chorus