A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Fern'd grot -- The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not -- Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign; 'Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Four songs , opus 50
by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972)
1. A garden is a lovesome thing  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by T. E. (Thomas Edward) Brown (1830 - 1897), "My garden", appears in Old John and other Poems, first published 1893
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Song of the Spanish Gypsies  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Today, she passed me lying dead. And when I saw how fair she was, A cov'ring o'er her face I spread.
Authorship:
- by Alma Strettell (1856 - 1939), appears in Spanish and Italian Folksongs, first published 1887
Based on:
- a text in Spanish (Español) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , a soleá [text unavailable]
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Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler3. Snowflakes  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Falling all the night-time, Falling all the day, Silence into silence, From the far-away; Stilly host un-numbered, All the night and day, Falling, falling, falling, From the far-away, -- Never came like glory To the fields and trees, Never summer blossoms, Thick and white as these. To the dear old places Winging night and day, Follow, follow, follow, Fold them soft away; Folding, folding, folding, Fold the world away, Souls of flowers drifting Down the winter day.
Authorship:
- by John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922), "Snowflakes", appears in Out of the Silence, first published 1897
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. There would I be  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
There would I be Where black pines file between the bowlders; Where voices call the sea-birds From the sea. Where peaks, at morn, Put on wild yellows as they break; O night, to patient spaces Stars are born. Where, with the day, The deer get up, scaring the dreams; Where quail scratch in the open, Rabbits play.
Authorship:
- by John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922)
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Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler