Canzoni toscane - Caracciolo, Luigi

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◈ Genre → Secular ♬ Voicing → SA ¶ Language → English

Parts 2

Instruments Piano

Pages 27

CPDL # 36093

Posted 2015-07-15

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¶Lyrics / Text

I. A streamlet full of flowers blowing sweetly, There’s the image of the love, I love completely. An almond bough where birds are singing clearly, That’s the image of the love I love so dearly. O fair one! O rare one! I love thee. In all the wide, wide world, What could I set above thee? The moonlight dawn, when stars and day are meeting, Is like the eyes that set my heart abeating. The lark that waked that day had never moved me, As did the voice that shook, so much it loved me. O fair one! O rare one! I love thee… II. From far away in quiet April weather, Sometimes a voice goes singing thro’ the gloaming, And maidens hand in hand go forth together, And sigh and say “Oh! where’s my true love roaming? Oh! Oh! where’s my true love roaming, hither, thither? I hear his voice and knew not whence or whither. Oh! where’s my true love roaming, farther, nearer? Oh! where’s he roaming? When none in all the world can love him dearer! Oh! where’s he roaming? When none in all the world can love him dearer. Oh! there’s none can love him dearer”. III. Oh! twine when I am dead, a wreath of roses Of roses gathered where we used to wander; And in my hand, oh! lay the poor dead rosebud, The one you gave that day when you were fonder, And leave me there alone and unlamented, For while I die for you, I die contented. And when the moon looks down and dews are weeping, I still shall dream of you in that long lonely sleeping. And when the moon looks down and dews are weeping, I’ll dream of you in that long lonely sleeping. I still shall dream of you! IV. A flight of clouds are sailing thro’ the ether, Like freighted ships with silver moonlight laden, Across the moon and thro’ the night beneath her, And all to greet thee, o my fairest maiden! And all to guard thee while you lie asleeping, The angel crew their watch and ward are keeping; And all to tell thee while they float above thee That only angels love as I can love thee. V. Oh! happy are the blind that cannot see you, Ye deep dar