When she answered me her voice was low, But minstrel never matched his chords To such a wealth of words In Tomora’s palace long ago. When her eyes looked back the love in mine, Not Erin’s self upon my sight Has started out of stormy night With a bluer welcome o’er the brine. And no other orbs can e’er eclipse That magic look of maiden love, And never song my soul shall move Like that low sweet answer of her lips.
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- a text in English by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "When she answered me her voice was low"
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 Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "When she answered me her voice was low", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 42, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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