Maude Valérie White: Three Little Songs (The Lied and Art Song Texts Page: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)


When the swallows homeward fly
And the rose's bloom is o'er,
And the nightingale's sweet song
In the woods is heard no more,
Then I think with bitter pain,
Shall we ever meet again?

When the swans fly towards the south
Where the golden lemons grow,
And the sun sinks in the west,
And the hills are all aglow!
Then my heart goes out to you,
And forgetting all the pain,
Hope once more within me whispers
"You will surely meet again".

Input by Joanna Lonergan

2. A Memory

Language: English

Authorship

Anonymous/Unidentified Artist


Oh! To be light of heart once more,
To ride through the woods again,
As once I rode ere sweetest joy,
Had turned to saddest pain

Do you remember that glad day,
That sun-bathed day in June,
When all the world was harmony,
And you the perfect tune?

No on will ever love a tune,
As I that simple lay,
Content to live because you were
So good to me that day.

3. Let us forget

Language: English

Authorship

(Agnes) Mary (Frances) Robinson (1857-1944)


Let us forget we loved each other much,
Let us forget we ever have to part,
Let us forget that any look or touch,
First let in either to the other's heart.

Only we'll sit upon the daisied grass,
And hear the larks and see the swallows pass,
Only we'll live a while, as children play,
Without tomorrow, without yesterday.

Input by Joanna Lonergan