The sun's on the pavement, The current comes and goes, And the grey streets of London They blossom like the rose. Crowned with the spring sun, Vistas fair and free; What joy that waits not? What that may not be? The blue-bells may beckon, The cuckoo call -- and yet -- The grey streets of London I never may forget. O fair shines the gold moon On blossom-clustered eaves. But bright blinks the gas-lamp Between the linden-leaves. And the green country meadows Are fresh and fine to see, But the grey streets of London They're all the world to me.
Two Songs , opus 52
by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970)
1. Song of London [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860 - 1911), "A song of London", appears in Vespertilia and Other Verses
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2. A roundel of rest [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly still, A bee on the window sill, A bird's wing, rushing and soft, Three flails that tramp in the loft, Summer murmuring Some sweet, slumberous thing, Half asleep; but thou cease, Heart, to hunger for peace, Or, if thou must find rest, Cease to beat in my breast.
Text Authorship:
- by Arthur Symons (1865 - 1945), "Rest", appears in Poems of Arthur Symons, Volume 2, in The Loom of Dreams, first published 1914
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