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Autumn Song
English source:
Henry Beach
Happy days and summer roses
Vanish one by one;
Ev’ry rose her petals loses,
Ev’ry day its sun.
Now the goldenrod is swinging
Radiant in the air,
The wild grape still is clinging
High in purple rare.
Ah!
Happy days and joyous roses,
Come again in Spring;
Winter then in sleep reposes
And to thee I’ll sing,
To thee I’ll sing!
Vanish one by one;
Ev’ry rose her petals loses,
Ev’ry day its sun.
Now the goldenrod is swinging
Radiant in the air,
The wild grape still is clinging
High in purple rare.
Ah!
Happy days and joyous roses,
Come again in Spring;
Winter then in sleep reposes
And to thee I’ll sing,
To thee I’ll sing!
Composer
Amy Beach
The composer and pianist Amy Beach (1867-1944) is recognised as a leading figure in American music, the first woman to gain success with large-scale musical forms. She came from a prosperous family in New Hampshire. Her mother Clara Cheney was a…
