A spring song
Language: English
I buried a hope there long ago, And I walked by the grave to-day, The flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, My sorrow had passed away. O dear old time with your crooning rhyme, And your breast for our passionate pain, You take them all, our hopes as they fall, And change them to flowers again.
Authorship:
- by Charlotte Pendleton , "A spring song" [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 Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "A spring song", published 1890 [voice and piano], Schmidt [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Nich Roehler
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-20
Line count: 8
Word count: 57