by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
The White Dawn is Stealing
Language: English
The white dawn is stealing above the dark cedar trees, The young corn is waving its blades in the morning breeze; The birds chant so lonely, the leaves softly moan above, The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for love. My signal I flash where the spring's silver waters lie, My love-call I send on the winds that are floating by. Then come, oh, thy coming shall be as the dawn to me, The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for thee.
Authorship:
- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944) [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 Wakefield Cadman (1881 - 1946), "The White Dawn is Stealing", op. 45 no. 2, published 1909, from Four American Indian Songs, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Geoffrey Wieting
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 88