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by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

[No title]
 (Sung text for setting by T. Fisk)
 See base text
Language: English 
Companions all day long we've stood
The wild winds restless blowing
All day we've watched the darkened flood
Around our vessel flowing

Sunshine has never smiled since morn
And clouds have gathered drear
And heavier hearts would feel forlorn
And weaker minds would fear

But look in each young shipmate's eyes
Lit by the evening flame
And see how little stormy skies
Our joyous blood can tame

 ... 
It is the hour of dreaming now

The red fire brightly gleams
And sweetest in a red fire's glow
The hour of dreaming seems
I may not trace the thoughts of all

But some I read as well
As I can hear the ocean's fall
And sullen surging swell
And one is there, I know the voice

 ... 

The thrilling stirring tone
That makes the bounding pulse rejoice
And makes us one alone

 ... 
Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Catherine

Composition:

    Set to music by Terry Fisk , no title, published 2002 [ voice, piano ], from Wuthering Heights, no. 22

Text Authorship:

  • by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

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Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk

This text was added to the website: 2004-03-22
Line count: 27
Word count: 146

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