by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)
The farms of home lie lost in even
Language: English
The farms of home lie lost in even, I see far off the steeple stand; West and away from here to heaven Still is the land. There if I go no girl will greet me, No comrade hollo from the hill, No dog run down the yard to meet me: The land is still. The land is still by farm and steeple, And still for me the land may stay: There I was friends with perished people, And there lie they.
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Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in More Poems, no. 14, first published 1936 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Jake Heggie (b. 1961), "The farms of home", 2005, first performed 2005 [tenor and baritone with violin, viola, cello and piano], from Here and Gone, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
- by Jan Meyerowitz (1913 - 1998), "The farms of home", published 1957 [TTBB chorus and horn], from Two Choruses [text not verified]
- by John Ramsden Williamson (1929 - 2015), "The farms of home lie lost in even" [baritone and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-18
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Word count: 81