by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Mary loves the flowers
Language: English
Mary loves the flowers! Ah! how happy they! E'en their darkest hours, To me were bright, bright summer day. Receiving all her kisses, Inhaling ev'ry sigh, Ever fondly bending Toward the radiance of her eye, The lily and the morning glory, Can they, can they die? Mary loves the flowers! Ah! how happy they! E'en their darkest hours, To me were bright, bright summer day. Let no elfin finger Blur from memory's sand Her name ah! let is linger While my air built castles stand. To feel her soft caressing, Her ev'ry smile to see, To bear her ardent blessing Breathed in lute-toned melody To die beneath her tender care Were life, were life to me. Mary loves the flowers! Ah! how happy they! E'en their darkest hours, To me were bright, bright summer day.
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Mary loves the flowers" [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), "Mary loves the flowers", published 1850. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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