by (Graham) Clifton Bingham (1859 - 1913)
Sorrento
Language: English
From fair Sorrento's sunny clime Where summer fountains ever play, He laughing passed, once on a time, Across the western hills away. "O love," he whispered, "we must part, I go to win you gold and fame, Bright gems for you to wear, sweet-heart, Perchance a proud and noble name." "Ah! bring me back your love of old, Sweet-heart, I ask, I ask no more; For what were name or fame or gold, Without the heart of yore!" To fair Sorrento's vale at last, A wand'rer comes, no more to roam, The toiling years have slowly passed And Love still softly calls him home! He sees again, across his tears, The happy world they used to know; In tender tone once more he hears The pleading words of long ago. "Ah! bring me back your love of old, Sweet-heart, I ask, I ask no more; For what were name or fame or gold, Without the heart of yore!"
Authorship:
- by (Graham) Clifton Bingham (1859 - 1913) [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 Louis Diehl , "Sorrento", 1890. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Harry Joelson
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-29
Line count: 24
Word count: 158