by Katharine Tynan (1861 - 1931), as Katharine Tynan Hinkson
Irish Love Song
Language: English
Would God I were the tender apple blossom That floats and falls from off the twisted bough To lie and faint within your silken bosom Within your silken bosom as that does now. Or would I were a little burnish'd apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold, While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple, Your robe of lawn and your hair of spun gold.
Text Authorship:
- by Katharine Tynan (1861 - 1931), as Katharine Tynan Hinkson, "Irish Love Song", first published 1892 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Alicia Adélaïda Needham (1863 - 1945), "Irish Love Song", subtitle: "An ancient Irish air arranged as a song", published 1903 [ voice and piano ], London : Keith, Prowse & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2023-12-25
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