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Down the dusty road together Homeward pass the hurrying sheep, Stupid with the summer weather, Too much grass and too much sleep, I, their shepherd, sing to thee That summer is a joy to me. Down the shore rolled waves all creamy With the flecked surf yesternight; I swam far out in starlight dreamy, In moving waters cool and bright, I, the shepherd, sing to thee I love the strong life of the sea. And upon the hillside growing Where the fat sheep dozed in shade, Bright red poppies I found blowing, Drowsy, tall and loosely made, I, the shepherd, sing to thee How fair the bright red poppies be. To the red-tiled homestead bending Winds the road, so white and long Day and work are near their ending Sleep and dreams will end my song, I, the shepherd, sing to thee: In the dreamtime answer me.
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 Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "The shepherd's song", op. 16 (Three Songs) no. 1 (1892) [ voice and piano ], from Seven Lieder of Edward Elgar, no. 7, first published 1895 as op. 16 no. 1 and again in 1896; republished 1907 with German words, also set in German (Deutsch) [sung text checked 1 time]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Ed. Sachs ; composed by Edward Elgar, Sir.
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- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , "La canción del pastor", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Juntas por el camino polvoriento de vuelta a casa pasan las veloces ovejas, atontadas por el tiempo veraniego, demasiada comida y demasiado dormir. Yo, su pastor, les canto que ¡el verano es una alegría par mi! En la orilla revoloteaban cremosas olas ayer noche, con la espuma salpicando. Nadé a lo lejos en la somnolienta noche estrellada, en aguas agitadas, frías y brillante . Yo el pastor les canto. ¡Me gusta la sólida vida del mar! Y en lo alto de la colina, creciendo donde las gordas ovejas dormitan en la sombra, encuentro abiertas brillantes amapolas rojas, adormiladas, largas y blandas. Yo el pastor les canto. ¡Qué bonitas son las amapolas! A la casa de ladrillos rojos lleva el camino, tan blanco y largo. La jornada y el trabajo casi han acabado. El dormir y los sueños acabarán mi canción. Yo el pastor les canto En el sueño, ¡respondedme!
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- a text in English by Barry Eric Odell Pain (1864 - 1928)
This text was added to the website: 2018-11-13
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Word count: 149