George Frideric Handel
Where’er you walk
Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade

Where'er you tread
The blushing flowers shall rise
And all things flourish
And all things flourish
Where'er you turn your eyes

Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade