by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
Come take your lute
Language: English
Come take your lute, my love, and play That tender strain of yesterday, That list’ning, I may close my eyes And deem my soul in paradise. When as your fingers touch the strings, I hear the sound of seraph wings, And all the demons of the air Take flight and to their shades repair. Come take your lute, my love, and play That tender strain of yesterday, That list’ning, I may close my eyes And deem my soul in paradise.
Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael (Dewar) Head (1900 - 1976), "Come take your lute" [voice and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2018-10-17
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Word count: 80