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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''The Witches' Wood''<br>
'''Title:''' ''The Witches' Wood''<br>
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry|9=Witches' Wood, The)}}
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Lyricist|Mary E. Coleridge}}
{{Lyricist|Mary E. Coleridge}}


{{Voicing|1|Solo Tenor|9=Witches' Wood, The}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|Solo Tenor}}<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs|9=Witches' Wood, The}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English|9=Witches' Wood, The}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' {{PnoAcc|9=Witches Wood, The}}<br>
'''Instruments:''' {{PnoAcc}}<br>
'''Published:''' 1909 <br>
'''Published:''' 1909


'''Description:''' English Lyrics Set 9 - No. 3
'''Description:''' English Lyrics Set 9 - No. 3
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{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English}}


:There was a wood, a witches' wood,
<poem>
:All the trees therein were pale;
There was a wood, a witches' wood,
:They bore no branches green and good
All the trees therein were pale;
:But as it were a gray nun's veil.
They bore no branches green and good
But as it were a gray nun's veil.


:They talked and chattered in the wind
They talked and chattered in the wind
:From morning dawn to set of sun,
From morning dawn to set of sun,
:Like men and women that have sinned,
Like men and women that have sinned,
:Whose thousand evil tongues are one.
Whose thousand evil tongues are one.


:Their roots were like the hands of men,
Their roots were like the hands of men,
:Grown hard and brown with clutching gold,
Grown hard and brown with clutching gold,
:Their foliage women's tresses
Their foliage women's tresses
:When the hair is withered, thin and old.
When the hair is withered, thin and old.


:There never did a sweet bird sing.
There never did a sweet bird sing.
:For happy love about his nest.
For happy love about his nest.
:The clustered bats on evil wing
The clustered bats on evil wing
:Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.
Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.


:And in the midst a pool there lay
And in the midst a pool there lay
:Of water white, as thou' a scare
Of water white, as thou' a scare
:Had frightened off the eye of day
Had frightened off the eye of day
:And kept the Moon reflected there.
And kept the Moon reflected there.
</poem>


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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-05-02).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: The Witches' Wood
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Mary E. Coleridge

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1909

Description: English Lyrics Set 9 - No. 3

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

There was a wood, a witches' wood,
All the trees therein were pale;
They bore no branches green and good
But as it were a gray nun's veil.

They talked and chattered in the wind
From morning dawn to set of sun,
Like men and women that have sinned,
Whose thousand evil tongues are one.

Their roots were like the hands of men,
Grown hard and brown with clutching gold,
Their foliage women's tresses
When the hair is withered, thin and old.

There never did a sweet bird sing.
For happy love about his nest.
The clustered bats on evil wing
Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.

And in the midst a pool there lay
Of water white, as thou' a scare
Had frightened off the eye of day
And kept the Moon reflected there.