[ti:Love and Friendship By Emily Bronte]
[ar:Maureen Lipman]
[al:]
[00:03.15]Love is like the wild rose-briar,
[00:06.28]Friendship like the holly-tree
[00:09.14]The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
[00:12.22]But which will bloom most constantly?
[00:17.06]The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
[00:20.58]Its summer blossoms scent the air;
[00:23.40]Yet wait till winter comes again
[00:26.33]And who will call the wild-briar fair?
[00:30.66]Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
[00:33.93]And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
[00:37.15]That when December blights thy brow
[00:40.17]He may still leave thy garland green.