Listen, O brown, kind mother
Language: English
Listen, O brown, kind mother, I am weary and I would rest; Put your old, warm arms about me, Let me lie on your withered breast. I am very sick of cities— Of faces cold and strange— I long for your sun-washed spaces, Blue skies and wind-swept range. I am sick of the huddled houses, And the selfish hearts of men: Put your warm, kind arms about me, Let me lie on your heart again.
About the headline (FAQ)
Confirmed with John H. Owens, To Mother, in: The Crisis, Vol. 37, Nr. 5, 1930, p.163
Text Authorship:
- by John H. Owens , "To Mother" [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 Florence Bea Price (1887 - 1953), "Brown Arms (To Mother)", 1931 /1932, published 2024 [ low voice and piano ], Fayetteville, AR: ClarNan [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2025-09-13
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