Three songs

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

Word count: 210

?. Twilight [sung text not yet checked]

Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call. 
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all, 
There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end, 
Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend. 

I think of the friends who are dead, who were dear long ago in the past, 
Beautiful friends who are dead, though I know that death cannot last ; 
Friends with the beautiful eyes that the dust has defiled. 
Beautiful souls who were gentle when I was a child. 

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First published as "To an old tune" in Speaker, December 1905; revised 1910.

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?. Twelfth Night [sung text not yet checked]

As I was lifting over Down
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?. My own country [sung text not yet checked]

I shall go without companions,
And with nothing in my hand;
I shall pass through many places
That I cannot understand -
Until I come to my own country,
Which is a pleasant land!

The trees that grow in my own country
Are the beech tree and the yew;
Many stand together
And some stand few.
In the month of May in my own country
All the woods are new.

When I get to my own country
I shall lie down and sleep;
I shall watch in the valleys
The long flocks of sheep.
And then I shall dream, for ever and all,
A good dream and deep.

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