Song Cycle by Erich Korngold (1897-1957)

1. Come away, death

Authorship

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) , no title, from Twelfth Night, Act II, scene 4

See other settings of this text

Available translations (or transliterations, if applicable):

NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland)

[Come away, come away, death]1,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
[O prepare it!]2
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
[A thousand, [thousand]3 sighs to save,]4
Lay me, O where
[Sad]3 true lover never find my grave,
[To weep there!]5

2. O mistress mine

Authorship

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) , no title, from Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene 3

See other settings of this text

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming 
That can sing both high and low.

[Trip]1 no further, pretty sweeting;
[Journeys]2 end in lovers' meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

[In]3 delay there lies no plenty;
Then [come kiss]4 me, sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

3. Adieu, Good Man Devil

Authorship

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) , no title, from Twelfth Night, Act IV, scene 2

See other settings of this text

I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
in a trice,
Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain.
Who with dagger of lath
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, aha, to the devil, aha, ha, ha!
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, good man devil.

4. Hey, Robin

Authorship

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) , no title, from Twelfth Night, Act IV, Scene 2

Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me why is she so?
She loves another, another.

5. For the rain, it raineth every day

Authorship

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) , from Twelfth Night, Act V, Scene 1

See other settings of this text

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
[With]1 hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
[With]1 hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

[ But when I came, alas! to wive,
[With]1 hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.]2

[ But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.]3

A great while ago the world [begun]4,
[With]1 hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

Search/Shop for

Sheet music:

  Search sheetmusicplus.com for Songs of the Clown, Art song , Lieder, chansons, or works for solo voice
  Search musicroom.com for Songs of the Clown, vocal/choral music

CDs:

  Search amazon.com for Songs of the Clown, art song, Lieder, or chansons
  Search amazon.ca for Songs of the Clown, art song, Lieder, or chansons

Books:

  The Art of the Song Recital [amazon.com]
  The Book of Lieder: The Original Texts of Over 1000 Songs [amazon.com]
  Search amazon.com for art song, Lieder, or chansons
  Search amazon.ca for art song, lieder, or chansons

Classical Vocal Repertoire