Where the Gentle Avon Flows

Where the gentle Avon flows

And a trailing rambler grows

There’s a window shining into the night

(A window shining into the night)

And a casement curtain flutters and blows in candle light

And a girl sits listening there

To a haunting old world air

As if someone played so softly below

(So softly below, so softly below)

All entranced, she hears that sweet serenade of long ago

All the while her wonder grows

As that music comes and goes

Ah, what magic makes this rare delight?

Her calling awakes the midsummer night

Who can it be playing out there

Playing for me such a sweet air?

Clavichord bells tinkling in time

Why do you chime?

Why do you ring, ding, ding?

Tell me, minstrel, tell me the tale of love you sing!

Phantom answer came there none

But she waited on and on

Till her window grew bright with dawn’s early glow

(Her window grew bright with dawn's early glow)

And that bygone lover haunting the night was silent below

He no longer played that sweet serenade of long ago

• Artist:Wimbledon Girl Singers