by Alfred Owen Williams (1877 - 1930)
Cuckoo song
Language: English
Blow, blow, winds of May, Ruffle the bloomy spray, Blow all the balm away; Hark 'tis my roundelay. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Here's to the merry morn, Another joy is born Hail to the huntsman's horn, For the bluebell greets the corn. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Long ere the oak-leaves shine, Or the woolly buds on the vine Promise the blood of the wine, I dream of the dear confine Of the woods that are mine, that are mine. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! With iron frost on the bark, And the hazels stiffened and stark, Far from the doom of the dark I drown the lay of the lark. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! I have neither sorrow nor strife, Music's the joy of my life Beauty and pleasure are rife And all the world is my wife. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Blow, blow, winds of May, Ruffle the bloomy spray, Blow all the balm away; Hark 'tis my roundelay. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Authorship:
- by Alfred Owen Williams (1877 - 1930) [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 Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "Cuckoo song", op. 15 (Three Songs) no. 1 (1913), published 1913 [ voice and piano ], London, Boosey [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2012-12-06
Line count: 31
Word count: 151