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Day On The Farm

The poem describes a day on a farm during the American colonial period. A man picks fruits and flowers for his love and binds her arms with vines. He shows her the forest ferns and teaches her the secrets of love. However, her smiles have died and she continues crying despite his gifts. The church bells ring as rain begins to fall.

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Day On The Farm

The poem describes a day on a farm during the American colonial period. A man picks fruits and flowers for his love and binds her arms with vines. He shows her the forest ferns and teaches her the secrets of love. However, her smiles have died and she continues crying despite his gifts. The church bells ring as rain begins to fall.

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Day on the Farm Day on the Farm

(Poem, American Colonial Period) (Poem, American Colonial Period)


By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984) By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984)
Region 5 - Bicol Region Region 5 - Bicol Region
I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you
Bunches of duhat growing by the hill, Bunches of duhat growing by the hill,
I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you
With rare wildflowers but you are crying still. With rare wildflowers but you are crying still.

I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet, Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,
I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you
Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet. Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet.

Your smiles have died and there is no replying Your smiles have died and there is no replying
To all endearment and my gifts are vain; To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for crying, Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,
The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain. The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

Day on the Farm Day on the Farm


(Poem, American Colonial Period) (Poem, American Colonial Period)
By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984) By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984)
Region 5 - Bicol Region Region 5 - Bicol Region
I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you
Bunches of duhat growing by the hill, Bunches of duhat growing by the hill,
I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you
With rare wildflowers but you are crying still. With rare wildflowers but you are crying still.

I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet, Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,
I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you
Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet. Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet.

Your smiles have died and there is no replying Your smiles have died and there is no replying
To all endearment and my gifts are vain; To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for crying, Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,
The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain. The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

Day on the Farm Day on the Farm


(Poem, American Colonial Period) (Poem, American Colonial Period)
By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984) By Luis G. Dato (1906 – 1984)
Region 5 - Bicol Region Region 5 - Bicol Region
I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you
Bunches of duhat growing by the hill, Bunches of duhat growing by the hill,
I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you
With rare wildflowers but you are crying still. With rare wildflowers but you are crying still.

I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you
Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet, Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,
I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you
Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet. Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet.

Your smiles have died and there is no replying Your smiles have died and there is no replying
To all endearment and my gifts are vain; To all endearment and my gifts are vain;
Come with me, love, you are too old for crying, Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,
The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain. The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

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