by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod
Mo‑lennav‑a‑chree
Language: English
Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, dear to me, dear and sweet, dreams I am hearing the sound of your little running feet -- The sound of your running feet that like the sea-hoofs beat A music by day an' night, Eilidh, on the sands of my heart, my Sweet! Eilidh, blue i' the eyes, flower-sweet as children are, And white as the canna that blows with the hill-breast wind afar, Whose is the light in thine eyes --the light of a star? --a star That sitteth supreme where the starry lights of heaven a glory are! Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, put off your wee hands from the heart o' me, It is pain they are making there, where no more pain should be: For little running feet, an' wee white hands, an' croodlin' as of the sea, Bring tears to my eyes, Eilidh, tears, tears, out of the heart o' me -- Mo-lennav-a-chree, Mo-lennav-a-chree!
Text Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Mo-lennav-a-chree", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896 [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 Helen Hopekirk (1856 - 1945), "Mo-lennav-a-chree", published 1904 [ voice and piano ], from Five Songs [sung text not yet checked]
- by T. E. Pearson , "Mo-lennav-a-chree", published 1932 [ satb chorus a cappella ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-16
Line count: 14
Word count: 149