Two Celtic Songs

Song Cycle by David Moule-Evans (b. 1905)

Word count: 207

?. I-Brasîl [sung text not yet checked]

There's sorrow on the wind, my grief,
there's sorrow on the wind, 
Old and grey! Old and grey!
I hear it whispering, calling,
where the last stars touch the sea,
where the cloud creeps down the hill,
and the leaf shakes on the tree.
There's sorrow on the wind
and it's calling low to me
"Come away! Come away! Come away!"

There's sorrow in the world, O wind,
there's sorrow in my heart
Night and day, Night and day.
So why should I not listen
to the song you sing to me?
The hill cloud falls away in rain,
the leaf whirls from the tree,
And peace may live in I-Brasîl
where the last stars touch the sea,
Far away, far away.

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Discussed in Barbara Freitag's Hy Brasil: The Metamorphosis of an Island, Rodopi, 2013, 231-33.


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?. When the dew is falling [sung text not yet checked]

When the dew is falling
I have heard a calling
Of aerial sweet voices o'er the low green hill;

And when the moon is dying
I have heard a crying
Where the brown burn slippeth thro' the hollows green and still.

And O the sorrow upon me,
The grey grief upon me,
For a voice that whispered once, and now for aye is still:

O heart forsaken, calling
When the dew is falling,
To the one that comes not ever o'er the low green hill.

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