Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand, Forbearing for old friendship' sake, Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way. A rogue in red and yellow dress Is knocking, knocking at the tree; And all around our loneliness The wind is whistling merrily. The leaves -- - they do not sigh at all When the year takes them in the fall. Now, O now, we hear no more The vilanelle and roundelay! Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before We take sad leave at close of day. Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- - The year, the year is gathering.
Chamber Music
Song Cycle by (Aynsley) Eugene Goossens, Sir (1893 - 1962)
1. Now, O now, in this brown land  [sung text not yet checked]
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 33, first published 1907
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
2. Gentle lady, do not sing  [sung text not yet checked]
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 28, first published 1907
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
3. Dear heart, why will you use me so?  [sung text not yet checked]
Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, Still are you beautiful -- - but O, How is your beauty raimented! Through the clear mirror of your eyes, Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, Desolate winds assail with cries The shadowy garden where love is. And soon shall love dissolved be When over us the wild winds blow -- - But you, dear love, too dear to me, Alas! why will you use me so?
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 29, first published 1907
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- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Nicolaas (Koos) Jaspers) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
4. O cool is the valley now  [sung text not yet checked]
O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where Love did sometime go. And hear you not the thrushes calling, Calling us away? O cool and pleasant is the valley And there, love, will we stay.
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 16, first published 1907
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
5. All day I hear the noise of waters  [sung text not yet checked]
All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is, when going Forth alone, He hears the [winds]1 cry to the waters' Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them [flowing]2 To and fro.
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 35, first published 1908
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
1 Coulthard: "wind's"
2 Coulthard: "blowing"
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
6. I hear an army charging upon the land  [sung text not yet checked]
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with flutt'ring whips, the charioteers. They cry unto the night their battlename: I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter. They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame, Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair: They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore. My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, why have you left me alone?
Text Authorship:
- by James Joyce (1882 - 1941), no title, appears in Chamber Music, no. 36, first published 1907
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Walter Riemer) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission