My Orcha'd in Linden Lea | In Linden Lea | Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed

Linden Lea

(Sung text for setting by R. Vaughan Williams)

Language: English

Our translations: DUT FRI GER SPA

Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed,
By the oak trees' mossy moot,
The shining grass blades, timber-shaded,
Now do quiver underfoot;
And birds do whistle overhead,
And water's bubbling in its bed;
And there, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

When leaves, that lately were a-springing,
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing,
Up upon the timber tops;
And brown-leaved fruits a-turning red,
In cloudless sunshine overhead,
With fruit for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

Let other folk make money faster
In the air of dark-roomed towns;
I don't dread a peevish master,
Though no man may heed my frowns.
I be free to go abroad,
Or take again my homeward road
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

Composition:

Ralph Vaughan Williams

Text Authorship:

by William Barnes (1801 - 1886), "My Orcha'd in Linden Lea", appears in Hwomely Rhymes. A Second Collection of Poems in the Dorset Dialect, first published 1859

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Researcher for this page: John Versmoren

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 143