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<poem> | |||
How could I bear | |||
Ever to part from thee? | |||
Thee do I love, how well | |||
Thou canst not tell. | |||
I am of rest bereav'd, | |||
Thou hast my soul enslav'd, | |||
Nowhere I care to be, | |||
But, love, with thee. | |||
Blue is the flow'r we call "Forgetmenot"; | |||
This flow'r then take to thee, and think on me. | |||
Should hope and flow'r decay, | |||
Dare still on me to stay, | |||
Love with me cannot die, | |||
Thou may'st rely. | |||
Were I a bird, | |||
Soon would I be with thee, | |||
Braving the stormy sky, | |||
Swift would I fly | |||
But should the fowler's ball | |||
Reach me, and I must fall, | |||
Under thy loving eye | |||
Fain would I die. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #25335:
Sibelius 6
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-01-10). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 42 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Turingian Volkslied
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:
Description: Novello's part-song book No 1151.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
How could I bear
Ever to part from thee?
Thee do I love, how well
Thou canst not tell.
I am of rest bereav'd,
Thou hast my soul enslav'd,
Nowhere I care to be,
But, love, with thee.
Blue is the flow'r we call "Forgetmenot";
This flow'r then take to thee, and think on me.
Should hope and flow'r decay,
Dare still on me to stay,
Love with me cannot die,
Thou may'st rely.
Were I a bird,
Soon would I be with thee,
Braving the stormy sky,
Swift would I fly
But should the fowler's ball
Reach me, and I must fall,
Under thy loving eye
Fain would I die.