The fortune hunter
Language: English
Lunnon is a big place, Lots o' people in it, Heaps o' folks a-toilin' Every single minute; Everybody's movin', Comin' or a-goin', Sort o' makes me giddy - Takes a lot o' knowin'. Lunnon is a fine place, Often 'mid its noises Think about the country And the quiet voices; Dream about a cottage, Lips that wait to kiss me, Hear the children's laughter - Wonder if they miss me. Down the street the flower girls Lilac sprays are sellin', Makes me think in passin' How the country's smellin'; Have to stop and buy some - (Wish my heart would harden!) Just because the lilac Grows in mother's garden.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Willeby (1865 - 1955), "The fortune hunter", copyright © 1914 [voice and piano], from Bow Bells : Five London Silhouettes, no. 2, London ; New York : Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Harry Joelson
This text was added to the website: 2010-12-08
Line count: 24
Word count: 109