Valentine’s Day Songs
Ever heard about the way in which you can sing your way to love ? Well, Valentine’s Day songs are just the melodious treats you need to set the ball rolling for your love life. So sing some Valentine’s Day songs rich in thoughtful lyrics to the person you love and get your hearts on the right note. No problem if you are a little tone-deaf, you can always arrange for someone else to sing your love songs on your behalf, or take your beloved to a musical show. And well, the tape is always there. Get all the favorite songs of your beloved and play it on for him/ her to swing in your arms. And if you are blessed with a sweet voice, then do sing to your Valentine some of the most romantic love lyrics or Valentine’s Day songs that time has produced. But if you can’t remember the lyrics of your favorite Valentine’s Day song, why worry ? Listed below are the lyrics of some of the popular Valentine’s Day songs. Check them out.
Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell
Dearest, let these roses
In their purity,
Be a present symbol
Of my love for thee.
Underneath the blossom
Thorns are sure to grow;
Take heed lest you touch them,
They would pain you so!
Ah ! My faults like thorns are,
But cannot they be
Hidden ‘neath the flower
Of my love for thee ?
A Song ~ by Thomas Carew
ASK me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither doth stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet, dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light,
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if east or west
The phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew
IF the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish, and anon must die;
If every sweet, and every grace
Must fly from that forsaken face;
Then, Celia, let us reap our joys,
Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys.
Or if that golden fleece must grow
Forever, free from aged snow;
If those bright suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;
Then fear not, Celia, to bestow
What, still being gathered, still must grow.
Thus, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or else in vain his wings.
A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick
I SAID: “My heart, now let us sing a song
For a fair lady on her wedding-day;
Some solemn hymn or pretty roundelay,
That shall be with her as she goes along
To meet her joy, and for her happy feet
Shall make a pleasant music, low and sweet.”
Then said my heart: “It is right bold of thee
To think that any song that we could sing
Would for this lady be an offering
Meet for such gladness as hers needs must be,
What time she goes to don her bridal ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest caroling.”
And so it is that with my lute unstrung,
Lady, I come to greet thy wedding-day;
But once, methinks, I heard a poet say,
The sweetest songs remain for aye unsung.
So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,
And with a “Peace be with you !” go my way.
Lovers and a Reflection ~ by Charles S. Calverley
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no great matter)
Where woods are a-tremble with words a-tween.
Thro’ God’s own heather we wonned together,
I and my Willie (O love my love):
I need hardly remark it was glorious weather,
And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;
Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,
(Boats in that climate are so polite,)
And sands were a ribbon of green endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle on bark and bight !
Thro’ the rare red heather we danced together
(O love my Willie,) and smelt for flowers:
I must mention again it was glorious weather,
Rhymes are so scarce in this world of ours:
By rises that flushed with their purple favors,
Thro’ becks that brattled o’er grasses sheen,
We walked or waded, we two young shavers,
Thanking our stars we were both so green.
We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,
In fortunate parallels ! Butterflies,
Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept making peacock eyes:
Song-birds darted about, some inky
As coal, some snowy (I ween) as curds;
Or rosy as pinks, or as roses pinky–
They reck of no eerie To-come, those birds !
But they skim over bents which the mill-stream washes,
Or hang in the lift ‘neath a white cloud’s hem;
They need no parasols, no goloshes;
And good Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.
Then we third God’s cowslips (as erst His heather),
That endowed the wan grass with their golden blooms;
And snapt–(it was perfectly charming weather)–
Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:
And Willie ‘gan sing–(Oh, his notes were fluty;
Wafts fluttered them out to the white-winged sea)–
Something made up of rhymes that have done much duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of “ancientry”:
Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William’s carol–(O love my Willie !)
Then he bade sorrow borrow from blithe tomorrow
I quite forget what–say a daffodilly.
A nest in a hollow, “with buds to follow,”
I think occurred next in his nimble strain;
And clay that was “kneaden” of course in “Eden”–
A rhyme most novel I do maintain:
Mists, bones, the singer himself, love-stories,
And all least furlable things got “furled”;
Not with any design to conceal their glories,
But simply and solely to rhyme with “world.”
O if “billows” and “pillows” and “hours” and “flowers,”
And all the brave rhymes of an elder day,
Could be furled together, this genial weather,
And carted or carried on wafts away,
Nor ever again trotted out–ah me !
How much fewer volumes of verse there’d be.