Songs

Longing for Spring

by Franz Schubert From Swansong (1828) D957

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Longing for Spring
English source: Jeremy Sams

Tenderly whispering leaves in the trees
Beautiful perfumes borne on the breeze
A delicate message from everywhere
The wonderful promise of spring in the air
Wherever you lead me I’ll follow you there
Wherever you lead me I’ll follow you there
But where, yes where?

Beautiful millstream bubbling along
Leading me on with your siren song
What wonderful place are you hurrying to
Some magical sea made of silver and blue?
You’re telling me I should be following you
You’re telling me I should be following you
Where to, where to?

Glittering sunshine
First of the year
Now I am certain that springtime is near
Glittering sunshine
First of the year
Now I am certain springtime is near
You greet me so sweetly from way on high
You’re smiling seductively up in the sky
I’m gazing upon you, a tear in my eye
I’m gazing upon you, a tear in my eye
But why, yes why?

Green buds are bursting from every tree
Snowdrops as far as the eye can see
With crocuses bursting in yellow and blue
As if Mother Nature had told them to
They’ve all found their purpose, their reason to be
They’ve all found their purpose, their reason to be
But what of me?

Mind full of torment
Heart full of pain
Endlessly yearning
Yearning in vain
I know all the promise, the heartbreak of spring
I know the impossible dreams it can bring
And you can make all those dreams come true
Yes you can make all those dreams come true
Just you
Just you.

Composer

Franz Schubert

Franz Peter Schubert was an late Classical and early Romantic composer. He produced a vast oeuvre during his short life, composing more the 600 vocal works (largely Lieder), and well as several symphonies, operas, and a large body of piano music. He…

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