by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
The voices that are gone
Language: English
When the twilight shades fall o'er me And the evening star appears Memory brings the past before me Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears. Then again bright eyes are gleaming With the love once them shone Then like music heard when dreaming Come the voices that are gone Chorus: Once again bright eyes are gleaming With the light that in them shone Then like music heard when dreaming Come the voices that are gone. Sweet as wood dove's note when calling To her mate as night draws on, Soft as snow flake lightly falling Come the voices that are gone. Voices heard in days of childhood Softly at the hour of prayer, Or loud ringing through the wildwood When the young heard knew no care. Chorus: Once again bright eyes are gleaming With the light that in them shone Then like music heard when dreaming Come the voices that are gone. So when life's bright sun is setting And its day is well nigh done, May there be no vain regretting Over memories I would shun; But when death is o'er, to meet me May some much-lov'd forms come on, And the first sounds that shall greet me Be the voices that were gone!
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "The voices that are gone" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "The voices that are gone", published 1865. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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