Sylvan pleasures (Julius Benedict)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-03-02). Score information: A4, 13 pages, 178 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Time signature changed to 6/8 throughout. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
Original text and translations
Come, to the forest let us go,
And trip it like the barren doe;
The fauns and satyrs still do so,
And freely thus they may do.
The fairies dance, and satyrs sing,
And on the grass tread many a ring,
And to their caves their venison bring,
And we will do as they do.
Our food is honey from the bees,
And mellow fruits that drop from trees.
In chace we climb the high degrees
Of ev'ry steepy mountain;
And when the weary day is past,
We at the evening hie us fast,
And after this, our field repast,
we drink the pleasant fountain.