Come to Me in Cherry-time.

By George Pope Morris

Come to me in cherry-time,

And, as twilight closes,

We will have a merry time,

Here among the roses!

When the breezes crisp the tide,

And the lindens quiver,

In our bark we'll safely glide

Down the rocky river!

When the stars, with quiet ray,

All the hill-tops brighten,

Cherry-ripe we'll sing and play

Where the cherries ripen!

Then come to me in cherry-time,

And, as twilight closes,

We will have a merry time

Here among the roses.