A song for the seasons - Webb, George J.

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⌛ Epoche → Romantik

◈ Genre / Form 4

♬ Besetzung → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Mittelstufe (Mittelstufe I)

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 12

CPDL Nr. 79135

Bearbeiter David Anderson

Veröffentlicht 2024-02-15

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When the merry lark doth gild With his song the summer hours, And their nests the swallows build In the roofs and tops of towers; And the golden broom-flower burns All about the waste, And the maiden May returns With a pretty haste— Then, how merry are the times, The Summer times! the Spring times! Now, from off his ashy stone While the midnight cricket crieth, And all merry birds are flown, And our dream of pleasure dieth; Now the once blue laughing sky Saddens into gray, And the frozen rivers sigh, Pining all away! Now, how solemn are the times! The Winter times! the Night times! Yet be merry: all around Is through one vast change revolving: Even Night, who lately frowned, Is in paler dawn dissolving: Earth will burst her fetters strange, And in spring grow free: All things in the world will change, Save— my love to thee! Sing then, hopeful are all times! Winter, Summer, Spring times!

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