Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

Before, beside us, and above
The firefly lights his lamp of love.

Before, beside us, and above
The firefly lights his lamp of love.

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of read more

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of fire.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.

The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.

The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled read more

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.