by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Far in the wood
Language: English
Far in the wood where pine trees grow, The noonday sun is beating, When lo, a little wind doth blow With soft caresses on my brow Like thy kiss so cool and fleeting. In the heart of the wood where pine trees gow, I dream of thee, I dream of thee. Far in the wood the pine trees grow, When lo, a little breeze doth blow, I croon my lay to the wand'ring breeze That steals the scent from balsam trees To waft thee with my greeting.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked 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 Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "Far in the wood", 1894? [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: 12
Word count: 87