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In a green arbour, down by the water side,<br> | |||
There as I lay, I heard a bird complain:<br> | |||
‘Sweet, sweet is love in the flowering springtime,<br> | |||
but O flown, flown in the cold autumn rain.’<br> | |||
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I turned as I lay, and looked at my loved one<br> | |||
Lying there lightly, and breathing so near,<br> | |||
And in the first sunlight ashift through the branches<br> | |||
I learned me by heart the looks of my dear.<br> | |||
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Though fate should bereave me, or fickle love leave me,<br> | |||
I hold my love safely, where nothing can us part,<br> | |||
And it still springtime, and the birds still carolling,<br> | |||
In the green aisles of memory, deep in my heart.<br> | |||
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'''Alice Stuart''' | |||
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CPDL #17418:
- Editor: Huub de Lange (added 2008-07-03). Score information: A4, 15 pages, kbytes Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: In A Green Arbour
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alice Stuartcreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2008
Description: #3 from 4 Romantic Poems, recent settings of poems by Emily Dickinson, William Blake, Alice Stuart and A.B. Banjo Peterson
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Original text and translations
English text
In a green arbour, down by the water side,
There as I lay, I heard a bird complain:
‘Sweet, sweet is love in the flowering springtime,
but O flown, flown in the cold autumn rain.’
I turned as I lay, and looked at my loved one
Lying there lightly, and breathing so near,
And in the first sunlight ashift through the branches
I learned me by heart the looks of my dear.
Though fate should bereave me, or fickle love leave me,
I hold my love safely, where nothing can us part,
And it still springtime, and the birds still carolling,
In the green aisles of memory, deep in my heart.
Alice Stuart