I love my love in the morning (George Benjamin Allen)

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  • (Posted 2023-09-14)  CPDL #75381:       
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-14).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 892 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2020-06-28)  CPDL #59392:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-06-28).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

General Information

Title: I love my love in the morning
Composer: George Benjamin Allen
Lyricist: Gerald Griffin

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1885 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 18, no. 499
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Original text and translations

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I love my love in the morning,
For she like morn is fair,
Her blushing cheek, Its crimson streak,
It clouds her golden hair;
Her glance, its beams so soft and kind,
Her tears, its dewy showers,
And her voice the tender whispering wind,
That stirs the early bowers.
Oh! I love my love in the morning,
For she like morn is fair.

I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at noon,
For she is bright as the Lord of light,
Yet mild as Autumn's moon.
Her beauty is my bosom's sun,
Her faith my fostering shade,
And I will love my darling one
Till even the sun shall fade.
Oh! I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at noon.

I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at even,
Her smile's soft play is like the ray
That lights the western heaven:
I loved her when the sun was high,
I loved her when he rose,
Yes, but best of all when evening's sigh
Was murmuring at its close.
Oh! I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at even.