[ti:Linden Lea - A Dorset song] [ar:Dame Janet Baker] [al:100 Best British Classics] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Linden Lea (1994 - Remaster) - Janet Baker/Gerald Moore [00:10.81]Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed [00:16.03]By the oak trees' mossy moot [00:20.88]The shining grass blades timber shaded [00:25.95]Now do quiver underfoot [00:30.72]And birds do whistle overhead [00:36.69]An water's bubbling in its bed [00:42.42]And there, for me, the apple tree [00:46.61]Do lean down low in linden lea [01:01.71]When leaves, that lately were a springing [01:06.74]Now do fade with the copse [01:11.69]And painted birds do hush their singing [01:17.53]Up upon the timber tops [01:22.33]And brown leaved fruit's a turning red [01:28.19]In cloudless sunshine overhead [01:34.70]With fruit for me, the apple tree [01:39.10]Do lean down low in linden lea [01:55.54]Let other folk make money faster [02:00.02]In the air of dark room'd towns [02:04.28]I don't dread a peevish master [02:08.46]Though no man may heed my frowns [02:13.81]I be free to go abroad [02:19.51]Or take again my homeward road [02:27.48]To where, for me, the apple tree [02:32.54]Do lean down low in linden lea