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3 Folk Songs of Stephen Crane

Song Cycle by Paul Zonn (b. 1938)

?. There was a man with tongue  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.

Text Authorship:

  • by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in War Is Kind and Other Lines, no. 16, first published 1899

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?. I saw a man pursuing  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
[“It is futile,” I said,]1
“You can never -- ”

“You lie,” he cried,
And ran [on]2.

Text Authorship:

  • by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in The Black Riders and Other Lines, no. 24, first published 1895

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1 Lindsay: "I said, “It is futile,”"
2 Lidnsay: "on and on"

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?. The wayfarer  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."

Text Authorship:

  • by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in War Is Kind and Other Lines, no. 13, first published 1899

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Total word count: 137
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