The world is great: the birds [all]1 fly from me; The stars are golden fruit upon a tree All out of reach: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: I tried to mount the hill Above the pines, where the light lies so still, But it rose higher: little Lisa went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by. I wonder where it comes from; sea-birds cry And hurt my heart: my little sister went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the people laugh and talk, And make loud holiday: how fast they walk! I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went, And I am lonely.
1 omitted by Stanford.
- by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot, appears in The Spanish Gypsy, first published 1868 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The world is great", op. 1 no. 6, from Eight songs from "The Spanish Gypsy", no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
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