Six Songs

Song Cycle by Ľubica Čekovská (b. 1975)

1. Autumn Song

Language: English

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by John Gracen Brown (b. 1936), copyright ©

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2. A Sonnet Of The Moon [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English

Look how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Text Authorship:

by Charles Best (1570 - 1627), "A Sonnet of the Moon"

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3. Dance

Language: English

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by John Gracen Brown (b. 1936), copyright ©

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4. Dying Day

Language: English

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by John Gracen Brown (b. 1936), copyright ©

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5. Storm Wind

Language: English

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by John Gracen Brown (b. 1936), copyright ©

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6. At Day‑Close in November [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English

The ten hours' light is abating,
And a late bird wings across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a toss.

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,
Float past like specks in the eye;
I set every tree in my June time,
And now they obscure the sky.

And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been
A time when no tall trees grew here,
That none will in time be seen.

Text Authorship:

by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928), "At Day-Close in November", appears in Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries with Miscellaneous Pieces, first published 1914

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