Bowered on sloping hillsides rise
In sunny glow, the purpling vine;
Beneath the greyer English skies
In fair array, the red-gold apples shine
To those in snow
To those in sun
Love is but one;
Hearts beat and glow
By oak and palm
Friends, in storm or calm

On and on old Tiber speeds
Dark with the weight of ancient crime;
Far north, thr' green and quiet meads
Flows on the Wye in mist and silv'ring rime
To those in snow
To those in sun
Love is but one;
Hearts beat and glow
By oak and palm
Friends, in storm or calm

The pifferari wander far
They seek the shrines, and hymn the peace
Which herald angels, 'neath the star
Foretold to shepherds, bidding strife to cease
Our England sleeps in shroud of snow
Bells, sadly sweet, knell life's swift flight
And tears, unbid, are won't to flow
As "Noel! Noel!" sounds across the night
To those in snow
To those in sun
Love is but one!
Hearts beat and glow
By oak and palm
Friends, in storm or calm