by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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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
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
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