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Songs of Innocence II

Word count: 253

Song Cycle by John Frandsen (b. 1956)

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1. The shepherd [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

Translation(s): CAT

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  • CAT Catalan (CatalĂ ) (Salvador Pila) , "El pastor", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
   From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
   And his tongue shall be fillèd with praise.

For he hears the lamb's innocent call,
   And he hears the ewe's tender reply;
He is watchful [while]1 they are in peace,
   For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.


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1 Cooke: "when"

Submitted by Ted Perry

2. The echoing green [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

Translation(s): DUT

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Lidy van Noordenburg) , "Het weerkaatsend groen", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green. 

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
"Such, such were the joys
When we all--girls and boys -
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green."

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry:
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.


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3. The little boy lost [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

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``Father! father! where are you going? 
O do not walk so fast. 
Speak, father, speak to your little boy, 
Or else I shall be lost.'' 

The night was dark, no father was there; 
The child was wet with dew; 
The mire was deep, & the child did weep, 
And away the vapour flew.


Submitted by Ahmed E. Ismail

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