Absinthe
Language: English
Old Gustave in the café Sips his absinthe day by day; While others swiftly move about He slowly pours his poison out. He's dreaming dreams in his own style, And often, a peculiar smile Flits across his ashen face. Sometimes a tear will find a place And trickle down his withered cheek; He is so pale, so old, so weak; Slowly his life slips away, Old Gustave, in the café.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Kathleen Lockhart Manning , "Absinthe", published 1925 [ voice and piano ], from Sketches of Paris, no. 5, New York: G. Schirmer [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-09-13
Line count: 12
Word count: 70