by Katherine (Kitty) Ruth Heymann (1877 - 1944)
Across the Hills
Language: English
Soft blows the evening air across the hills, Soft springs the tender grass beneath my tread. The evening bird in rapture shakes and trills, Then fades where glows the sunset overhead. But what are skies, if your eyes tell not love, And what the bird's song, if your voice I miss? What joy hath earth beneath or balm above, If o'er the hills the wind bear not your kiss?
Authorship:
- by Katherine (Kitty) Ruth Heymann (1877 - 1944) [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 Walter Morse Rummel (1887 - 1953), "Across the Hills", published 1907 [ voice and piano ], from Five Songs, no. 1, G. Schirmer New York [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2023-01-30
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