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'''Description:''' No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"<br> | '''Description:''' No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"<br> |
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- Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2004-09-27). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 180 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: False Love, Op. 27, No. 2
Composer: Edward Elgar
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description: No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Now we hear the Spring's sweet voice
Singing gladly through the world;
Bidding all the earth rejoice.
All is merry in the field,
Flowers grow amidst the grass,
Blossoms blue, red, white they yiels.
As I seek my maiden true,
Sings the little lark on high
Fain to send her praises due.
As I climb and reach her door,
Ah! I see a rival there,
So farewell! For evermore.
Ever true was I to thee.
Never grieved or vexed thee, love,
False, oh! False, art thou to me.
Now amid the forest green,
Far from cruel eyes that mock
Will I dwell unloved, unseen.