The Harvest Rose - Gonzalvez Jozé, Thomas Richard

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"“A Jacobite lyric”"

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

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 76930

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-11-03

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

The Winds of Heav’n are whispering a secret in the nest Of the lark all the night forlorn; And on dewy twinkling wings an exulting herald springs To proclaim the happy dawn of morn. Awake each sleepy heart That dreamt of care and smart, The Clarion of Freedom loudly blows, For the passing of the night, And the flashing of the light, Thro’ the branches of the Harvest Rose. Go, Son of the Cliff, and send the music of that song To the dreamers of hill and vale; Down where the heroes sleep in the Caves of Ulster deep, Tell the tidings of the skylark’s tale! Wake Oscar of the Spears, Wake Fionn and all his peers, Long wrapped in their magical repose; Till, once more on earthly plain, The Fianna throng again ’Neath the blossoms of the Harvest Rose! Forget not, where beneath the sod, Great Garradh Iarla lies By his white steed of silver shoon! Resound, and soon his band, Holding battle axe and brand, Shall arise from the grass green Doon! Behold, the hosts of hate Have passed the western gate While oversea, the Ring of Morning glows; And encircles, holy bright, With a crown of golden light, The red blossoms on our Harvest Rose!