by John Bernard O'Hara (1862 - 1927)
The Little Creek Goes Winding
Language: English
The little creek goes winding Thro' gums of white and blue, A silver arm Around the Farm It flings, a lover true. And softly where the rushes lean It sings (o sweet and low) A lover's song And winds along, How happy - lovers know. The little creek goes singing By maidenhair and moss; Along its banks In rosy ranks The wild flowers wave and toss. And ever where the ferns dip down It sings (o sweet and low) A lover's song And winds along, How happy lovers know. The little creek takes colour, From summer skies above; Now blue, now gold, Its waters fold The clouds in closest love; But loudly when the thunders roll It sings (nor sweet, nor low) No lover's song, But sweeps along, How angry — lovers know! The little creek for ever Goes winding, winding down; Away, away By night and day, Where dark the ranges frown. But ever as it glides, it sings, It sings (o sweet and low) A lover's song And winds along, How happy lovers know.
A. Foote sets stanzas 1-2, 4
Confirmed with An Anthology of Australian Verse, by Bertram Stevens
Authorship:
- by John Bernard O'Hara (1862 - 1927), "The Little Creek Goes Winding" [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 Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "The Little Creek Goes Winding", stanzas 1-2,4 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2022-10-05
Line count: 39
Word count: 176