My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call. I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full, frank sympathy; We ought to be together - you and I; We want each other so, to comprehend The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought. Companion, comforter and guide and friend, As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought. Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, We ought to be together, you and I.
Four Song Poems
Song Cycle by Dianne Goolkasian Rahbee (b. 1938)
2. You and I [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Henry Alford (1810 - 1871)
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Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]3. Trees [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I think I shall never see A poem lovely [as]1 a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Text Authorship:
- by Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918), "Trees"
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View text without footnotes1 Stöhr: "like"
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
4. The Purple Cow [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
I never saw a purple cow; I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather see than be one.
Text Authorship:
- by Frank Gelett Burgess (1866 - 1951), "The purple cow"
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First published in The Lark, no. 1, 1895Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 205