by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)
Hawthorn
Language: English
Along the lanes where first we met The scent of hawthorn lingers yet, And where the willows sob and sigh, Ah! there we said our last goodbye. Oh, sweet and sad those vanished hours, Among the honey-scented flowers, So sad, so sweet, so soon to be A sigh, a dream, a memory.
Authorship:
- by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943) [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 May Hanna Brahe (1884 - 1956), "Hawthorn", copyright © 1918 [voice and piano], from By road and river, no. 2, London : Enoch [ sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2018-10-19
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