Autumn Song

by Amy Beach

If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.


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.

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!


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…


Upcoming Performances

Previously performed at:

Help us with a Donation

Enjoying our texts and translations? Help us continue to offer this service to all.

Make a Donation

Select Tickets