Arkendale
Language: English
Do roses grow in Arkendale And honeysuckles bloom? And are the banks of Arkendale Aflame with gorse and broom? Oh can you lie in Arkendale Among the purple ling And breathe the scents of Arkendale And hear the thrushes sing? Oh do they laugh in Arkendale And love each other well? And is there peace in Arkendale More deep than tongue can tell? Do folk who live at Arkendale Work hard at honest toil To make fair homes in Arkendale And till the friendly soil? The road that leads to Arkendale Is one I've never been, The finger post to Arkendale Is all I've ever seen. I dare not go to Arkendale Though fair its sweet name seems, Lest I should find an Arkendale Less lovely than my dreams, Lest I should find an Arkendale Less lovely than my dreams.
Text 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 (Henry) Walford Davies, Sir (1869 - 1941), "Arkendale", published 1931 [ voice and piano ], from Twenty-one songs, no. 1 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2022-01-09
Line count: 26
Word count: 140