by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
I would not die in Spring time
Language: English
I would not die in Spring time When all is bright around, And fair young flowers are peeping From out the silent ground, When life is on the water And joy upon the shore; For winter gloomy winter Then reigns o'er us no more. I would not die in Summer When music's on the breeze, And soft, delicious murmurs Float ever through the trees, And fairy birds and singing From morn till close of day No: with its transient glories I would not pass away. When breezes leave the mountain, Its balmy sweet all o'er To breath around the fountain And fan our bowers no more. With Summer flowers are dying Within the lonely glen, And Autumn winds are sighing I would not perish then. But let me die in Winter When night hangs dark above, And cold the snow is lying On bosoms that we love Ah! may the wind at midnight, That bloweth from the sea, Chant mildly, softly, sweetly A requiem for me.
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "I would not die in Spring time" [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), "I would not die in Spring time", published 1850. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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