Three songs , opus 28

by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972)

1. A Song for Candlemas
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
There's never a rose upon the bush,
And never a bud on any tree;
In wood and field nor hint nor sign
Of one green thing for you or me.

Come in, come in, sweet love of mine,
And let the bitter weather be!
Coated with ice the garden wall;
The river reeds are stark and still;

The wind goes plunging to the sea,
And last week's flakes the hollows fill.
Come in, come in, sweet love, to me,
And let the year blow as it will!

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2. Arcadie
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
On the road to Arcadie,
Past the mountains, past the sea
Past the crossroads soberly
To Arcadie, to Arcadie.

Pilgrims of a dream are we
Knowing not if true it be,
But we press on silently
To Arcadie, to Arcadie,

Arcadie, oh Arcadie!
We are lost, we cannot see,
For the dust blows bitterly
On the road to Arcadie.

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First published in The Yale Literary Magazine, volume 63, 1898.

3. My garden
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
O my Garden, full of roses,
Red as passion and as sweet,
Failing not when summer closes,
Lasting on through snow and heat!

O my Garden full of lilies
White as peace and very tall,
In your midst my heart so still is,
I can hear the least leaf fall!

O my Garden full of singing,
From the birds that house therein,
Sweet songs down the sweet day ringing,
Till the nightingale begin!

O my Garden, where such shade is 
O my Garden bright with sun,
O my loveliest of Ladies,
Of all gardens sweetest one.

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