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Come, ah come!

by Amy Beach

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Come, ah come!
English source: Henry Beach

When the summertime has flown,
Bright with happy dreams,
And the fading leaves alone
Are left of all its gleams,
Come, ah come, my own true love,
Ah come!

Come, ah come, my own true love,
To me thy promise keep,
And bring the bliss of heav’n above,
When I alone shall weep!
Come, ah come, my own true love,
Ah come!


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…


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