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Teasdale Songs [incomplete]

Word count: 330

Song Cycle by Robert F. Baksa (b. 1938)

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1. Advice to a Girl [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

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No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.


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2. Did you never know [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me --
  That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
  You were too young to know.

Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
  Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year --
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
  I know your secret, my dear, my dear.


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3. When love goes [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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I
 O mother, I am sick of love,
 I cannot laugh nor lift my head,
 My bitter dreams have broken me,
 I would my love were dead.

 "Drink of the draught I brew for thee,
 Thou shalt have quiet in its stead."

II
 Where is the silver in the rain,
 Where is the music in the sea,
 Where is the bird that sang all day
 To break my heart with melody?

 "The night thou badst Love fly away,
 He hid them all from thee."


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4. Portrait of Pierrot [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A [fragile]1 silver tune.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.


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1 Griffes: "little"

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5. April Song [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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Brown-thrush singing all day long
    In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
    "Love me, love me, love me!"

When he harkens what you say,
    Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
    And kiss me, kiss me kiss me!


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