Thou art so like a flower, So pure, and fair and kind; I gaze on thee, and sorrow Then in my heart I find. It seems as though I must lay then My hand upon thy brow, Praying that God may preserve thee, As pure and fair as now.
Four songs , opus 9
by William Henry Pommer (1851 - 1937)
3. Thou art so like a flower [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), no title, appears in Buch der Lieder, in Die Heimkehr, no. 47, first published 1825
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