by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
When dear friends are gone
Language: English
Happy hearts may feel no gloom, Though the night comes on; But our brightest joys are clouded, When dear friends are gone; The fairest hopes may live, And around the spirit play; Though dark low'ring vapors throw, A shadow o'er the day; But our joys are quickly flown, And the heart droops alone, All our hopes are drap'd in sadness, When dear friends are gone. Let us turn from grief to mirth, Brighter days will come; We can make each other happy, With sweet smiles at home; This life is all a change, Like a fickle April day; 'Tis sunshine then shower Now we grieve and then we're gay. Yet our joys are quickly flown And the heart droops alone All our hopes are drap'd in sadness When dear friends are gone.
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "When dear friends are gone" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "When dear friends are gone", published 1864. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
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Word count: 132