I would not die in Summer time When hearts are light and free, And joy is borne from every clime O'er mountain, stream and lea. I would not leave the friends I know, Beguiled of hope and cheer, To lose in burning tears of woe The glad time of the year. Oh! no, I would not pass away When from the leafy grove, The red bird carols all the day Its song of joy and love; When merry warblers trill their notes From every bush and tree, And on the breeze, an anthem floats Of heaven-born melody. I would not die in Summertime, And lie within the tomb, When blushing fruits are in their prime, And fields are in their bloom; For I would reap the yellow grain And bind it in the sheeves; Then die when Autumn winds complain Among the blighted leaves.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "I would not die in Summer time " [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "I would not die in Summer time", published 1851. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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