Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap
Language: English
Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, The dew sits on the gowan; Deep murmurs thro' her glens the spey, Around Kinrara rowan. Where art thou, fairest, kindest lass? Alas! wert thou but near me, Thy gentle soul, thy melting eye, Would ever, ever cheer me. The lavr'ock sings among the clouds, The lambs they sport so cheery, And I sit weeping by the birk, O where art thou, my dearie? Aft may I meet the morning dew, Lang greet till I be weary, Thou canna, winna, gentle maid, Thou cann be my dearie.
Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , Scottish air [author's text not yet checked 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 Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap", WoO 158b no. 4 (1817), from Seven British Songs, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2006-11-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 95