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by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

The Daisies
 (Sung text for setting by J. Edmunds)
 See original
Language: English 
Our translations:  SPA
In the scented bud of the morning -- O,
  When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
  In the field where the daises are.

We did not laugh  ...  we did not speak
  As we wandered happ'ly to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
  In the bud of the morning -- O!

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
  A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
As she and I went hand in hand
  In the field where the daisies are.

Composition:

    Set to music by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "The Daisies" [ voice and piano ]

Text Authorship:

  • by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "The daisies", appears in Here are Ladies, first published 1913

See other settings of this text.

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Mercedes Vivas) , "Las margaritas", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 92

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