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::Will he come to us out of the west  
 
::Will he come to us out of the west  
::With hair all blowing free ?
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::With hair all blowing free?
 
::Will he come, the last and best,  
 
::Will he come, the last and best,  
 
::Over the flowing sea,
 
::Over the flowing sea,
::Prophet of days to be ?
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::The song of freedom will he sing
 
::The song of freedom will he sing
 
::And I from out of the crowd shall fling
 
::And I from out of the crowd shall fling
::My rose-wreath at his feet.
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:'''''Lyrics: Julian Sturgis - (1848 - 1904), "Whence" '''''
 
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-15).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 57 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 57 KB, MIDI: 9 KB, Sib4: 42 KB.

General Information

Title: Whence
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Julian Sturgis

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1907

Description: Number 1 of C. H. H. Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 8. Lyrics by the poet Julian Sturgis - (1848 - 1904).

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Original text and translations

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Will he come to us out of the west
With hair all blowing free?
Will he come, the last and best,
Over the flowing sea,
Prophet of days to be?

Aye, he will come; the unseen choir
Attend his steps with song,
And on his breast a deep toned lyre,
And on his lips a word like fire
To burn the ancient wrong.

Bay crowned and goodlier than a king;
With voice both strong and sweet
The song of freedom will he sing
And I from out of the crowd shall fling
My rose-wreath at his feet.