The lost lover
Language: English
The summer is coming and the grass is green, And the leaves are budding on every tree; The ships are sailing upon the sea, And I'll soon have tidings of my own Johneen. The night was stormy and dark and cold, When I lost my darling, my true love bold; I'll range the valleys and the mountains high, And I'll never marry until I die. O Johnny, Johnny I love you well, I love you better than tongue can tell; I love my friends and relations too, But I'd leave them all, love, and go with you.
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 Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950), "The lost lover", R. 97 no. 5 (1950) [voice and piano], from Songs from County Kerry, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-31
Line count: 12
Word count: 97