by Kendall Banning (1879 - 1944)
The morning wind
Language: English
The morning wind is wooing me; Her lips have swept my brow. Was ever dawn so sweet before? The land so fair as now? The wanderlust is luring To wherever roads may lead, While yet the dew is on the hedge; So how can I but heed? The forest whispers of its shade; Of haunts where we have been, And where may friends be better made Than under God’s green inn? Your mouth is warm and laughing, And your voice is calling low, While yet the dew is on the hedge; So how can I but go?
Text Authorship:
- by Kendall Banning (1879 - 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 Gena Branscombe (1881 - 1977), "The morning wind", published 1913 [ voice and piano ], from The Sun Dial: a Cycle of Love Songs of the Open Road, no. 1, Boston and New York: Arthur P. Schmidt [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2020-01-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 97