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Sweetheart, sigh no more
English source:
Thomas Aldrich
It was with doubt and trembling
I whispered in her ear.
Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough,
That all the world may hear –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
Upon the wayside tree,
How fair she is, how true she is,
How dear she is to me –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
And through the summer long
The winds among the clover-tops
And brooks, for all their silvery stops,
Shall envy you the song –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
I whispered in her ear.
Go, take her answer, bird-on-bough,
That all the world may hear –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
Upon the wayside tree,
How fair she is, how true she is,
How dear she is to me –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
Sing it, sing it, tawny throat,
And through the summer long
The winds among the clover-tops
And brooks, for all their silvery stops,
Shall envy you the song –
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
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…
