by Cora Randall Fabbri (1871 - 1892)
Spring
Language: English
There’s a flush on the face of the apple trees There are buds and blossoms and leaves all over. The bees have found oh, the small, wise bees! There’s a green lane full of sweet clover. My love is a maid with a rose for a mouth, And I hear her voice when the linnets sing. My love is a dream from the soft, sweet South, My love is a maid, and her name, her name is Spring.
Text 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 Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944), "Spring", op. 26 (Four songs) no. 3, published 1894 [ soprano or tenor and piano ]
Score: IMSLP [external link] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Annie Matan [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2026-03-23
Line count: 9
Word count: 78