Fairy snow, fairy snow, Blowing, blowing everywhere, Would that I Too, could fly Lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee, crystal star I should drift, I should blow Near, more near, To my dear Where he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love Like a flake in the storm, I should die, I should die, On his lips that are warm.
Drei Lieder nach Sara Teasdale
Song Cycle by Klaus Miehling (b. 1963)
1. Snow song  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Snow song"
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Language: English
Less than the cloud to the wind, Less than the foam to the sea, Less than the rose to the storm, Am I to thee. More than the star to the night, More than the rain to the [tree]1, More than heaven to earth Art thou to me.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Less than the cloud to the wind", appears in Helen of Troy and Other Poems, first published 1911
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3. Buried Love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
I shall bury my weary Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy As my hands can hold. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow, But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Buried Love"
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