Edward Alexander MacDowell: Six Love Songs (The Lied and Art Song Texts Page: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)


Sweet blue-eyed maid,
Where goest thou?
Art thou afraid,
To meet me now?
Come tell me pray,
Who hath thy heart?
Or doth it beat
Without love's smart?
Ha, ha! thy cheeks,
Say thou art mine,
No lover seeks a truer sign,
Thy cheeks say thou art mine.
Dear heart I know
Thou lov'st but me,
Thine eyes say so,
They speak for thee.
Thy cheeks say thou art mine.
I know thou lov'st but me.

2.

Language: English

Authorship

William Henry Gardner (1865-1932)


Sweetheart tell me
What befell thee,
Why this grief today?
Tell me dearest,
What thou fearest,
Brush thy tears away.
See sweet maiden,
Love is laden,
With a treasure rare,
He believe me,
Will releive thee,
Of thy load of care.

3.

Language: English

Authorship

William Henry Gardner (1865-1932)


Thy beaming eyes
Are Paradise,
To me, my love, to me.
Thy trembling kiss,
Is heav'nly bliss,
To me sweet love,
But oh, thy heart!
It has no part,
With thee, my dear,
'Tis strangely cold,
And doth withhold,
Its love I fear,
Thy beaming eyes,
Are Paradise,
To me, my dear.

4.

Language: English

Authorship

William Henry Gardner (1865-1932)


For sweet love's sake,
I pray thee take,
This little knot of blue,
It only shows,
The love that glows,
Within thy heart so true.
But shouldst thou find,
Love is unkind,
Grieve not, o lovely maid,
Grieve not, grieve not,
For winds will blow,
And tears will flow,
Before love's debt is paid,
For sweet love's sake,
I pray thee take,
This little knot of blue.

5.

Language: English

Authorship

William Henry Gardner (1865-1932)


O lovely rose,
No flower that grows,
Is half so fair as thou, as thou,
Thy beauty rare beyond compare,
Makes me in homage bow.
O cruel rose,
Thou dost disclose,
A loveliness divine,
But had I seen,
Thy thorns, I ween,
I'd all thy love decline.

6.

Language: English

Authorship

William Henry Gardner (1865-1932)


I ask but this,
Yet one more kiss,
While twilight lingers by.
No one will see,
Or care, if we
Thus say our sweet "good bye,"
I ask but this, but this.
Just one more, one more, love,
The stars above
Won't look at us,
The stars above
Won't look at us, sweetheart.
And they'll not tell,
They know full well,
How all fond lovers part.