I passed by your window When the morning was red, The dew on the rosebud, The lark overhead, And oh! I sang softly, Though no one could hear, To bid you good morning, Good morning, my dear. I passed by your window In the cool of the night, The lilies were watching So still and so white, And oh! I sang softly, Though no one was near, Good-night and God bless you, God bless you my dear!
Song pictures : five songs
Song Cycle by Mary Hannah (May) Brahe (1884 - 1956)
1. I passed by your window
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson2. Heart of the night
Language: English
Heart of the night, Heaven’s calm profound Broods o’er the moonless deep. Lonely I wake while all around Waits in eternal sleep. Heart of the night, no hopeful ray Comforts the eyes that weep; God grant a star to light my way Over the moonless deep.
Text Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson3. To a minuature
Language: English
Drest in your gown of blue brocade, A rose upon each dainty shoe, Lady in loveliness arrayed, I’d love to dance with you. Soft powder’d hair and wistful face, Shy dreaming of gentleness and grace, My heart’s aflame for you. Come with your gay and gallant train To the haunts that once you knew, Smile on your worshippers again, And let me kneel to you. Drest in your gown of blue brocade, A rose upon each dainty shoe, Lady in loveliness arrayed, I’d love to dance with you!
Text Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson4. Dawn song
Language: English
The livelong night I lay awake And watched the stars go by, Until at last a streak of dawn Gleamed in the eastern sky. And then the boats went sailing out Into the silent sea, But oh, they took my love with them And left my tears with me!
Text Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson5. The little people
Language: English
Can’t you hear them blowing, fairy horns ablowing, When the winds are sleeping, when the world is still? Fairy stars are glowing, fairy horns are blowing, Far and near, sweet and clear, over heath and hill – Can’t you hear them blowing? Hear the call, mortals all, Don your silver shoon, Come and join the little people, ‘Neath the fairy moon. Can’t you see them playing, elfin folk a-playing, When the weary night bird folds her downy wing? Elfin flowers are swaying, elfin folk are playing, Airy light, dewy bright, round the fairy ring. Can’t you see them playing? Hear the call, mortals all, Don your silver shoon, Come and join the little people, ‘Neath the fairy moon. Come and join the dancing, airy fairy dancing, Through a show’r of moonbeams floats the fairy bliss. Come and join the dancing, magic, magic dancing, Come away, come away, snatch an elfin kiss, Snatch an elfin kiss. Hear the call, mortals all, Don your silver shoon, Come and join the little people, ‘Neath the fairy moon.
Text Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
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Researcher for this page: Mike PearsonTotal word count: 434