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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-06). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 51 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Gone were but the winter cold
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Allan Cunningham
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: English Lyrics Set 10 no.2
- My heart is like a singing bird (Christina Georgina Rossetti)
- Gone were but the winter cold
- A Moment of Farewell (Julian Sturgis)
- The Child and the Twilight (L. E.Mitchell)
- From a city window (L. E.Mitchell)
- The Ungentle Guest / One Silent Night of Late (Herrick)
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Gone were but the winter cold,
And gone were but the snow,
I could sleep in the wild woods
Where primroses blow.
Cold 's the snow at my head,
And cold at my feet;
And the finger of death's at my e'en,
Closing them to sleep.
Let none tell my father
Or my mother so dear,
I'll meet them both in heaven
At the spring of the year.