by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)
A Song for Candlemas
Language: English
There's never a rose upon the bush, And never a bud on any tree; In wood and field nor hint nor sign Of one green thing for you or me. Come in, come in, sweet love of mine, And let the bitter weather be! Coated with ice the garden wall; The river reeds are stark and still; The wind goes plunging to the sea, And last week's flakes the hollows fill. Come in, come in, sweet love, to me, And let the year blow as it will!
Authorship:
- by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935) [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "A Song for Candlemas", op. 28 (Three songs) no. 1 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
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Word count: 87