The cornfield (Jacques-Nicolas Lemmens)

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  • (Posted 2019-08-17)  CPDL #55065:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-08-17).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 151 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The cornfield
Composer: Jacques-Nicolas Lemmens
Lyricist: William Duthie

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 5, no. 167

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Original text and translations

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1  We roamed upon one happy day
Where golden wheat was growing,
Where cornflowers, star-like, gemmed the way,
And poppies red were glowing.
We crossed the field, and reached the stile,
With green boughs shaded over,
And watched the merry birds awhile,
Among the purple clover.
How blest were we that happy day,
Where golden wheat was growing,
Where, star-like, cornflowers gemmed the way,
And poppies scarlet glowing.

2  Sunlight within the crimson West
In gloried rays was sinking;
With blissful thoughts, our hearts at rest,
On heaven and love were thinking.
We sought within each other's eyes,
With pure and fond emotion,
And read at once their bright replies,
Our bosom's deep devotion.
How blest were we that happy day,
Where golden wheat was growing,
Where, star-like, cornflowers gemmed the way,
And poppies scarlet glowing.

3  We sat upon the rustic gate,
'Mong the sweet climbing flowers;
No lordly hearts in pompous state
So happy were as ours.
"One word," I cried, "as pure and blest
As are the heavens above you!"
She drooped her head upon my breast,
And whispered, "Yes, I love you!"
Oh! blest were we that happy day,
Where golden wheat was growing,
Where, star-like, cornflowers gemmed the way,
And poppies scarlet glowing.