A SOFT DAY
music C. V. Stanford, lyrics W. M. Letts

A soft day, thank God!
A wind from the south
With a honey'd mouth,
A scent of drenching leaves,
Briar and beech and lime,
White elder-flower and thyme,
And the soaking grass smells sweet
Crushed by my two bare feet,
While the rain drips, drips, drips,
From the eaves.

A soft day, thank God!
The hills wear a shroud of silver cloud,
The web the spider weaves is a glittering net,
The woodland path is wet,
And the soaking earth smells sweet
Under my two bare feet,
And the rain drips, drips, drips, drips,
From the eaves.

A soft day is an Irish expression that is not familiar to Americans. The music to this song doesn't really sound traditional, and neither does the poem, so I guessed it was a song from about the 1940's or '50's.... maybe not? I still need to know if it is in the public domain.

Alice