The sun takes no pleasure in shining, The night has no joy of her dew, The summer is drooping and pining, The ring-dove is mourning for you, Only you, only you. The rose-leaves are falling, are falling, The stars glimmer few, And my heart in the shadows is calling To you, only you. Come back to the summertime, bringing The joy of the day and the dew; To the forest her green and her singing, To my heart, in her loneliness, you, Only you, only you. For the rose-leaves are falling, are falling, And nothing stand true Save my heart in the twilight still calling To you, only you.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "A Song of Summer", op. 72 (Five Songs) no. 5 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2022-10-06
Line count: 18
Word count: 109