Red roofs by the river, I see them so plain, Aglow in the sunlight Agleam after rain. Oh, oft in my dreaming, I fondly recall The quaint little quayside, The peace over all. The old folk so kindly, So full of good will, Who knew me in childhood, Who speak of me still. Red roofs by the river, In sunshine and rain, How oft in my dreaming I see them again!
By road and river
Song Cycle by May Hanna Brahe (1884 - 1956)
1. Red roofs  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson2. Hawthorn  [sung text checked 1 time]
Along the lanes where first we met The scent of hawthorn lingers yet, And where the willows sob and sigh, Ah! there we said our last goodbye. Oh, sweet and sad those vanished hours, Among the honey-scented flowers, So sad, so sweet, so soon to be A sigh, a dream, a memory.
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- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson3. The bluebell way  [sung text checked 1 time]
Dainty, dainty maiden, Tell me, tell me, pray, Is it far to Elfinland, Along the bluebell way? “If you truly follow Ev’ry bend of blue, You will reach the magic gate Before the dawn peeps through.” Dainty, dainty maiden, Tell me, tell me, pray, Are the shadows dark and drear Along the bluebell way? “Light for your wand’ring feet Moonbeams will spin, Love with his golden key Waits to let you in.”
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- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson4. O Western Wind!  [sung text checked 1 time]
O Western Wind! when wilt thou blow The clouds across the sky? Slow pass the ships upon the sea, And sad at heart am I. O Western Wind! when wilt thou blow With soft and springing rain? O that my love were in my arms, And I were home again!
Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Note: this poem was perhaps inspired by this anonymous 16th century poem.
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5. In Norley Wood  [sung text checked 1 time]
In Norley Wood the thickets ring With gladness to the sky, In Norley Wood I wake and sing For very joy, I wonder why! Is it your thought at break of day That makes the dawning all divine – Your kiss from far away That in the morning meets with mine? In Norley Wood I wake and sing With birds that carol clear, For all the joy the day shall bring, The happy thought that you are near.
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- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson