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Die liedere van Rosa Nepgen, vol.5

Song Cycle by Rosa Sophia Cornelia Nepgen (1909 - 2000)

1. White clouds are in the sky  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
White clouds are in the sky.
Great shoulders of the hills
Between us two must lie.
The road is rough and far.
Deep fords between us are.
   I pray you not to die.

Text Authorship:

  • by Helen Jane Waddell (1889 - 1965), no title, appears in Lyrics from the Chinese, first published 1913

Based on:

  • a text in Chinese (中文) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , written 1121 BCE [text unavailable]
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Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 40.


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2. The gourd has still its bitter leaves  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
The gourd has still its bitter leaves,
And deep the crossing at the ford.
    I wait my lord.

The ford is brimming to its banks;
The pheasant cries upon her mate.
    My lord is late.

The boatman still keeps beckoning,
And others reach their journey's end.
    I wait my friend.

Text Authorship:

  • by Helen Jane Waddell (1889 - 1965), no title, appears in Lyrics from the Chinese, first published 1913

Based on:

  • a text in Chinese (中文) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , written 718 BCE [text unavailable]
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Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada and the U.S., but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Confirmed with Lyrics from the Chinese by Helen Waddell, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1913, page 1.


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 83
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