Let Beauty Awake Air & Hammers

The Fiddler of Dooney – Robin Milford A Horse with Wings – Ricky Ian Gordon Poem by W.B. Yeats Lyrics by the composer

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney, I wanna cry Folk dance like a wave of the sea; I wanna feel the world around me whirling by My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, I wanna cry for those that live and those that die My brother in Moharabuiee. You sing a lullaby I wanna cry I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I wanna pray I read in my book of songs That all my wishes could come true after today I bought at the Sligo fair. And should I put a word for you in? Should I say An extra Kyrie? When we come at the end of time, I wanna pray To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, I wanna lie But call me first through the gate; I wanna think things are better than they are I wanna think we've gotten further, and that far For the good are always the merry, Is just an inch away Save by an evil chance, I wanna lie And the merry love the fiddle And the merry love to dance: A horse with wings I wanna think of things like that and other things And when the folk there spy me, I want two brothers, one who laughs and one who They will all come up to me, sings With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’ I hope the future brings And dance like a wave of the sea. A horse with wings

I wanna know The things they told me way back when were really so I wanna make a little mark before I go; Not barely just get by I wanna fly

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Desire in Spring – Ivor Gurney Three Little Songs – Healey Willan Poem by Francis Ledwidge 1. Rondel I LOVE the cradle songs the mothers sing Poem by C.E. Merrill Jr. In lonely places when the twilight drops, The slow endearing melodies that bring Since I am I, and you are you, Sleep to the weeping lids; and, when she stops, So must I love thee, wonder-eyes ; I love the roadside birds upon the tops The wood-thrush knows not why it flies Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring. When falls at even-tide the dew From the deep chalice of the skies, And when the sunny rain drips from the edge Nor know I why, who know 'tis true, Of midday wind, and meadows lean one way, Since I am I, and you are you, And a long whisper passes thro' the sedge, So must I love thee, wonder-eyes. Beside the broken water let me stay, I would not know, for ever new, While these old airs upon my memory play, Nor dimmed by knowledge overwise, And silent changes colour up the hedge. Love's mystery still satisfies As understanding could not do Since I am I, and you are you.

2. Love’s Geography Here in this spring (from If I touched the Earth) – Poem by John Allen Wyeth Cecilia McDowall Poem by Dylan Thomas MY kingdom is my sweetheart’s face, And these the boundaries I trace: Here in this spring, stars float along the void; Northward a forehead fair; Here in this ornamental winter Beyond a wilderness of golden hair; Down pelts the naked weather; A pretty cheek to east and west; This summer buries a spring bird. Her little mouth The sunny south. Symbols are selected from the years' It is the south that I love best. Slow rounding of four seasons' coasts, In autumn teach three seasons' fires Her eyes two sparkling lakes, And four birds' notes. Held by the stars by night, The sun by day, I should tell summer from the trees, the worms The dimples in Tell, if at all, the winter's storms Her cheeks and chin Or the funeral of the sun; Are snares which Love has set, I should learn spring by the cuckooing, And I have fallen in! And the slug should teach me destruction. 3. Love and a Day A worm tells summer better than the clock, Poem by Owen Meredith The slug's a living calendar of days; What shall it tell me if a timeless insect Since we parted yester eve, Says the world wears away? I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,— One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,—this much more Than I have loved thee, love, before.

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Let Beauty Awake (from Songs of Travel) – Ralph Take, O take those lips away – Andrew Ager Vaughan Williams Poem by John Fletcher Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson Take, oh, take those lips away Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful That so softly were forsworn dreams, And those eyes, like break of day, Beauty awake from rest! Lights that do mislead the morn; Let Beauty awake But my kisses bring again, For Beauty’s sake Seals of love, though sealed in vain. In the hour when the birds awake in the brake And the stars are bright in the west! Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow, Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of Which thy frozen blossom bears, day, On whose tops the pinks that grow Awake in the crimson eve! Are of those that April wears; In the day’s dusk end But first set my poor heart free, When the shades ascend, Bound in those icy chains by thee. Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend, To render again and receive! The Firs – Gerda Blok-Wilson Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson Summer Schemes (from Earth and Air and Rain) – Gerald Finzi There is a lonely minor chord that sings Poem by Thomas Hardy Faintly and far along the forest ways, When the firs finger faintly on the strings When friendly summer calls again, Of that rare violin the night wind plays, Calls again Just as it whispered once to you and me Her little fifers to these hills, Beneath the English pines beyond the sea. We'll go—we two—to that arched fane Of leafage where they prime their bills Before they start to flood the plain With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills. "—We'll go," I sing; but who shall say What may not chance before that day!

And we shall see the waters spring, Waters spring From chinks the scrubby copses crown; And we shall trace their oncreeping To where the cascade tumbles down And sends the bobbing growths aswing, And ferns not quite but almost drown. "—We shall," I say; but who may sing Of what another moon will bring!

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Songs to the Dark Virgin – Florence Price Blah-blah-blah – George Gershwin Poem by Langston Hughes Lyrics by Ira Gershwin

I. I've written you a song Would A beautiful routine That I were a jewel, (I hope you like it) A shattered jewel, My technique can't be wrong That all my shining brilliants I learned it from the screen Might fall at thy feet, (I hope you like it) Thou dark one. I studied all the rhymes that all the lovers sing

Then just for you I wrote this little thing II.

Would Blah blah blah blah moon That I were a garment, Blah blah blah above A shimmering, silken garment,

That all my folds Blah blah blah blah croon Might wrap about thy body, Blah blah blah blah love Absorb thy body, Tra la la la tra la la la la merry month of May Hold and hide thy body, Tra la la la tra la la la la 'neath the clouds of Thou dark one. gray Blah blah blah your hair III. Blah blah blah your eyes Would Blah blah blah blah care That I were a flame, Blah blah blah blah skies But one sharp, leaping flame Tra la la la tra la la la la cottage for two To annihilate thy body, Blah blah blah blah blah darling with you! Thou dark one.

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