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<poem> | |||
1. How can I leave thee? | |||
How can I from thee part? | |||
Thou only hast my heart; | |||
Dear one, believe. | |||
Thou has this soul of mine, | |||
So closely bound to thine, | |||
No other can I love, | |||
Save thee alone! | |||
2. Blue is a flow'ret | |||
Called the "Forget-me-not." | |||
Wear it upon thy heart; | |||
And think of me! | |||
Flow'ret and hope may die, | |||
Yet love with us shall stay, | |||
That cannot pass away, | |||
Dear one, believe. | |||
3. Would I bird were! | |||
Soon at thy side to be, | |||
Falcon nor hawk would fear, | |||
Speeding to thee. | |||
When by the fowler slain, | |||
I at thy feet should lie, | |||
Thou sadly shouldst complain, | |||
Joyful I'd die. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #21478: Sibelius 4
- Editor: Brigid Baker (submitted 2010-04-19). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 104 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: How Can I Leave Thee
Composer: Unknown
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: Old English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1917
Description: Of Thuringian (Germany) origin.
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Original text and translations
English text
1. How can I leave thee?
How can I from thee part?
Thou only hast my heart;
Dear one, believe.
Thou has this soul of mine,
So closely bound to thine,
No other can I love,
Save thee alone!
2. Blue is a flow'ret
Called the "Forget-me-not."
Wear it upon thy heart;
And think of me!
Flow'ret and hope may die,
Yet love with us shall stay,
That cannot pass away,
Dear one, believe.
3. Would I bird were!
Soon at thy side to be,
Falcon nor hawk would fear,
Speeding to thee.
When by the fowler slain,
I at thy feet should lie,
Thou sadly shouldst complain,
Joyful I'd die.