by Charles Buxton Going (1863 - 1952)
The Hills of Arcady
Language: English
Across the hills of Arcady Into the Land of Song, Ah, dear, if you will go with me, The way will not be long. It will not lead through solitude Of wind-blown woods or sea; Dear, no! the city's weariest moods Can scarce veil Arcady. 'Tis in no unfamiliar land, Led by some distant star. No: Arcady is where you stand, And song is where you are. So walk but hand in hand with me, No road can lead us wrong: These are the hills of Arcady, Here is the Land of Song!
Authorship:
- by Charles Buxton Going (1863 - 1952) [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 Charles Whitney Coombs (1859 - 1940), "The Hills of Arcady" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2021-05-10
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