That she may not find dew Vicuía of the hills, deer of the mountains, Tell me if the ungrateful dove passed by, The dove who left her love. Tell me if she passed, the dove who forgot her love. Vicuía of the hills, Taruka of the mountains Come see how my eyes are crying, crying Thus she left me with my heart wounded. Oh that she may thirst upon The road! That she may Not find frost on the haystacks, That she may not find dew on the grasses, That she may thirst upon the road The dove who forgot her love!
Two Kechwa Songs
Song Cycle by Will Ogdon (1921 - 2013)
1. That she may not find dew
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. How sadly she dreams
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Her hair is her pillow On her hair she is sleeping, the child. She weeps drops of blood it is not tears, her weeping, she weeps drops of blood. What is the girl dreaming? How sadly she dreams! Ay, who has hurt her, Who has so hurt her heart! Síbale, Síbale, Síbale, pale little one. How shall she awaken, How shall she waken now? Síbale, Síbale, pale little one.
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