by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Poor drooping maiden
Language: English
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day Alone in sorrow all day long, Thine eyes from light, thine ears from song; Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away? Found in a dreary home, Bound to a weary doom Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away! Chorus: Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day, Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day. Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day The birds are out with songs and glee And gladness lurks in bush and tree Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay? Come roam the laughing hills! Come see the dancing rills! Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay? Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day The flowers are out upon the lea And balmy winds are on the sea Come let thy sad heart warm in the sun's king ray! See how the reapers toil, Gaily they've tilled the soil, Come let thy sad heart warm in the suns kind ray!
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Poor drooping maiden" [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), "Poor drooping maiden", published 1860. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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Word count: 183