by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The white blossom's off the bog
Language: English
The white blossom's off the bog, and the leaves are off the trees, And the singing birds have scattered across the stormy seas; And oh! 'tis winter, Wild, wild winter! With the lonesome wind sighing for ever through the trees. How green the leaves were springing! how glad the birds were singing! When I rested in the meadow with my head on Patrick's knees; And oh! 'twas spring time, Sweet, sweet spring time! With the daisies all dancing before in the breeze. With the spring the fresh leaves they'll laugh upon the trees, And the birds they'll flutter back with their songs across the seas, But I'll never rest again with my head on Patrick's knees; And for me 'twill be winter, All the year winter, With the lonesome wind sighing for ever through the trees.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "The white blossom's off the bog", appears in Irish Songs and Ballads, in Songs and Ballads [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 Mary Grant Carmichael (1851 - 1935), "The white blossom's off the bog", published 1890 [voice and piano], from the collection Album of Six Songs by A. P. Graves, no. 2, London: Boosey & Co. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2013-04-12
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Word count: 136