Life, with here a smile, with there a tear, relentless river, Moves from day to day from year to year, Nor lingers ever. Love, upon its banks imploring stands In anguish calling, Stands with yearning eyes and outstretched hands And soft tears falling. Life, thy ways are long[,] thy end is dark, And we, unknowing Whence it was we came, or why we embark, Or whither going, Live and love awhile And pray at last To reap our sowing.
A cycle of life : five songs
Song Cycle by Landon Ronald, Sir (1873 - 1938)
1. Prelude
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
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Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]2. Down in the forest (Spring)  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Down in the forest something stirred So faint that I scarcely heard: But the forest leapt at the sound, Like a good ship homeward bound. Down in the forest something stirred, It was only the note of a bird. Now in the morning of life I stand And I long for the touch of your hand; I am here at your door, Oh love, we will wait no more! Down in the forest something stirred, It was only the note of a bird.
Text Authorship:
- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
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Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]3. Love I have won you (Summer)  [sung text not yet checked]
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Love, I have won you and held you In a lifelong quickening dream; When the meadows sprang fair with flowers And the river was a all a gleam. Warm shone the sunlight around us, And clear were the skies above, Till the stars peep'd forth in the twilight, And the moon rose pale with love. Love[,] I have won you and held you, Life has no more to give, Then come to me here in the sunshine, It is summer, ah, let us live!
Text Authorship:
- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
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Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]4. The winds are calling (Autumn)  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The winds are calling, calling, And the friendly voices die; The rain is falling, falling, From out a frowning sky; Then let us quickly you and I Goodbye! If aught that I have told you Should bring a moment's pain, Love I will take and hold you Within my arms again; And press you closely to my heart Before we part Then let us say it quickly you and I Goodbye!
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- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
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Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]5. Drift down, drift down (Winter)  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Drift down, drift down from the skies, Little white snowflakes falling fast, Like sleep that falls on tired eyes To bring us peace at last: Drift down, drift down from the skies, Little white snowflakes falling fast. Fall soft, fall soft on my love, Little white snowflakes drifting down, Messengers from the skies above, On the winds of passion blown; Fall soft, fall soft on my love, Little white snowflakes drifting down. Drift down, drift down from the skies...
Text Authorship:
- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
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