by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
The Winter it is past
Language: Scottish (Scots)
Available translation(s): CHI
The Winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree; Now ev'ry thing is glad, while I am very sad, Since my true love is parted from me. The rose upon the brier, by the waters running clear, May have charms for the linnet or the bee; Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me.
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Text Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) [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 (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "The Winter", op. 92 no. 6 (1975), from A Birthday Hansel, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Mervyn, Lord Horder, the Second Baron of Ashford (1910 - 1998), "The Winter it is past" [ voice and piano ], from Five Burns Songs, no. 5 [sung text not yet checked]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by (Johann) Philipp Kaufmann (1802 - 1846) , appears in Gedichte von Robert Burns, first published 1839 ; composed by Joseph Rheinberger, Julius Schäffer.
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Alexander Winterberger.
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- CHI Chinese (中文) (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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