by Caroline Alice Elgar, née Roberts (1848 - 1920)
False love
Language: English
Now we hear the Spring's sweet voice Singing gladly through the world; Bidding all the earth rejoice. All is merry in the field, Flowers grow amidst the grass, Blossoms blue, red, white they yield. As I seek my maiden true, Sings the little lark on high Fain to send her praises due. As I climb and reach her door, Ah! I see a rival there, So farewell! for evermore. Ever true was I to thee, Never grieved or vexed thee, love, False, oh! false, art thou of me. Now amid the forest green, Far from cruel eyes that mock Will I dwell unloved, unseen.
Authorship:
- by Caroline Alice Elgar, née Roberts (1848 - 1920), "False love" [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 Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "False love", op. 27 no. 2, first performed 1896 [choral song with piano or orchestra], from From the Bavarian Highlands, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Harold Ryan
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-05
Line count: 18
Word count: 105