The singer
Language: English
I met a singer on the hill, He wore a tattered cloak; His cap was torn, His shoes were worn, And dreamily he spoke. Fa la la la la la ... Fa la la la la la. A wrinkled face, a cheery smile, And a nobby stick had he; His eyes were grey and far away And changeful as the sea. I offered him a piece of gold And hoped that he would stay. No word he spoke, but shook his head And smiled and went his way. Fa la la la la la ... La la la la la la. I watched the singer down the hill. My eyes went following after, I thought I heard a fairy flute And the sound of fairy laughter, Fa la la la la la... etc.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael (Dewar) Head (1900 - 1976), "The singer", 1938, published 1939 [voice, unaccompanied], from Five Songs, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 22
Word count: 133