The House Where My Loved One Lived
Language: English
The house where my loved one lived
is white and lies in the valley floor,
and I could dream as I look at it now
that I see her again coming out of the door,
and walking up through the stubble fields
and coming to me once more.
Yet the world where my loved one lived
was far - so far from this world of mine,
for hers was a nature that full of zest
tasted each pleasure without repine,
and filled her days with frolic and jest
and drinking my love like wine.
But when she had drunk she smashed the glass,
and oh how I wish I could think no more
of that lovely girl who prints her toes
in the cool wet sands of an alien shore
and never dreams now in her wildest dreams
of coming to me once more.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Researcher for this page: John Bartlett
This text was added to the website: 2024-03-04
Line count: 18
Word count: 144