by (Charles) Hamilton Aïdé (1826 - 1906)
Green grows the willow
Language: English
O I love my love the best, Green grows the willow, With the gold cross on her breast Lying down to take her rest, On her green turf pillow. Calm she looks nor shy nor bold, Green grows the willow; When mine eyes pierce the green mould Where she lies in the white robes stoled On her green turf pillow. Calm she looks and very fair, Green grows the willow, With the grass roots in her hair O my love is constant there On her green turf pillow. False was she that now is kind, Green grows the willow, Blows it east or western wind Nothing now can change her mind On her green turf pillow. Living we were sundered wide, Green grows the willow, Dead shall nothing us divide When we two sleep side by side On our green turf pillow.
Authorship:
- by (Charles) Hamilton Aïdé (1826 - 1906) [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 George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "Green grows the willow", 1888 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 142