by Alban Gordon
The exile's song
Language: English
Brown sails on the lagoon That opens to the sea, Wet sands beneath the moon, A salt wind fresh and free. Firelight upon the hill, Voice calling back to voice, The gliding boat is still, The wand'rers now rejoice. Strong arms upon the shore, The keel grates on the sand Ah, days that are no more! Ah, happy distant land!
Text Authorship:
- by Alban Gordon , copyright status unknown [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 Mary Hannah (May) Brahe (1884 - 1956), "The exile's song", published c1919 [ voice and piano ], from From far and near, no. 3, London : Enoch & Sons [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2025-07-29
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