Come with thy lute - Tenney, John Harrison

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 80896

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-06-10

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¶Lyrics / Text

Come, with thy lute, to the fountain; Sing me a song of the mountain; Sing of the happy and free; There, while the ray is declining, While its last roses are shining, Sweet shall our melodies be, Under the broad linden tree, Under the broad linden tree. Come, where the zephyrs are straying, Where, mid the flower-buds playing, Rambles the blithe summer bee; Let the lone churl, in his sorrow, He who despairs of the morrow, Far to his solitude flee, Under the dark cypress tree, Under the dark cypress tree. Why should we droop in our sadness? Nature, her promise of gladness Sheds over land and o’er sea; Come, bring thy lute to the fountain, Sing, love, a song of the mountain; Sweet shall our melodies be, Under the broad linden tree, Under the broad linden tree.