On lutes of silver The winds are playing, The leaves are dancing In raiment bright; O’er morning meadows Young love is straying, And piping, pipimg For your delight! The heavens are opened, The lark is winging Through fading rainbows To fields of blue. My heart is piping, My heart is singing, Is dancing, singing For love of you.
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943) [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 Landon Ronald, Sir (1873 - 1938), "A little love serenade" [voice and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2018-10-17
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Word count: 58