by Frederick (Fred) G. Bowles ( flourished 1899-1918 )
Happy day
Language: English
The little vales are shining For Spring has come today; Dark clouds have turned their lining, And all the world is gay. Like golden trumpets soft and low, The daffodils their message blow Hark! hark! happy day! Silver notes from far away Float along the magic air, Daffodils shine everywhere. Violets with eyes of blue Lift their faces sweet to you; Skies are clear, Spring is here, Little winds are all at play. Happy day! Happy day! O, come from the street and alley, The earth is glad again; There’s laughter in the valley, There’s sunlight on the plain, And silver voices seem to flow With golden trumpets, sweet and low Hark! hark! happy day! Silver notes from far away Float along the magic air, Daffodils shine everywhere. Violets with eyes of blue Lift their faces sweet to you; Skies are clear, Spring is here, Little winds are all at play.
Authorship:
- by Frederick (Fred) G. Bowles ( flourished 1899-1918 ) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "Happy day" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-17
Line count: 29
Word count: 151