Bon voyage
Language: English
When time has come for you to put to sea, Leaving myself and the last shore behind, When all the little fingers of the mind Reach forward in a rich expectancy, Then set the heart from too long bondage free, That still through exploration it may find New uses for its instrument; nor blind The eye to fresh delights with memory. Forget that there were tears. 'Tis thus the rain Comes suddenly from skies serene and fair. Forget the ragged edges of our pain, When parting grew too troublesome to bear. One day you will be turning back again To old horizons. You will turn back and will find me there.
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 Ernest Charles (1895 - 1984), "Bon voyage", published 1939, copyright © 1939 [ voice and piano ], New York: G. Schirmer [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-11-04
Line count: 14
Word count: 111