Coming Home Along
Language: English
I do be crying, though the gray bird sings. I do be sighing, wishing time had wings .. I do be longing for the winter to be past, When the man I be loving comes home along at last. Fields do lie fallow; and idle lies the plough, Hillside and valley feel no sunshine now, I do be waiting with love ever strong, Till the one I be longing for comes home, comes home along.
Text Authorship:
- by Nancy B. Marsland , copyright status unknown [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 Mary Hannah (May) Brahe (1884 - 1956), "Coming Home Along" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2026-03-23
Line count: 8
Word count: 75