E. A. Mac-Dowell Six Songs ^{минус №2}

“The Robin sings in the Apple-tree”

The Robin sings in the apple-tree,
The blackbird swings on the thorn,
The day grows old and silence falls,
Leaving my heart forlorn.

Night brings rest to many a soul,
Yet mine is dark with woe;
Can I forget the days gone by
When my love I whispered low?

O robin, and thou blackbird brave,
My songs of love have died.
How could you sing as in bye gone days,
When she was at my side?

“Midsummer Lullaby”

Silver clouds are lightly sailing
Through the drowsy, trembling air,
And the golden summer sunshine
Casts a glory everywhere.

Softly sob and sigh the billows
As they dream in shadows sweet,
And the swaying reeds and rushes
Kiss the mirror at their feet.

Silver clouds are lightly sailing
Through the drowsy, trembling air,
And the golden summer sunshine
Casts a glory everywhere.

Softly sob and sigh the billows
As they dream in shadows sweet,
And the swaying reeds and rushes
Kiss the mirror at their feet.

“Confidence”

Noonday sun or night
Have for me one light.
Love shines in it bright,
Through deep brown eyes.

Scoffers tell a tale
That love grows pale,
That love grows pale,
That brown eyes fail.
Ah, how wise!
Ah, how wise!

Surely true love's might
Puts such fears to flight.
In those brown eyes bright
Love never dies.

In those brown eyes,
Love never dies,
Love never dies,
In those brown eyes
Love never dies.

“The West-wind croons in the Cedar-trees”

The west-wind croons in the cedar-trees,
The goldenrod nods by the lea,
And Maud there's love in your bony black eyes;
Can it be meant for me?

The west-wind dies in the cedar-trees,
The goldenrod droops by the lea,
And Maud there's scorn in your merry black eyes
Surely not meant for me?

The east-wind moans in the cedar-trees,
The goldenrod's dead by the lea,
And Maud you may glance with your cruel black eyes,
Winter has come to me.

“In the Woods”

In the woods at eve I wandered,
Through the sunset's crimson light,
In the woods, in the woods at eve,
There sat Damon playing softly
On the flute for my delight;
So, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la.

Ah, he swore he loved me truly,
Begged me would I love him too,
And bewitched me with his music,
As it thrilled the forest through;
So, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la.

Now my heart ne'er ceases longing
For a lover proven false,
Proven false, proven false,
And that cruel, haunting music,
Still my restless soul enthralls.
So, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La.

“Through the Meadow”

The summer sun was soft and bland,
As they went through the meadow land.
Across the stream was scarce a step,
And yet she feared to try the leap;
And he to still her sweet alarm,
Must lift her over on his arm.
She could not keep the narrow way,
For still the little feet would stray,
And ever must he bend t’undo
The tangled grasses from her shoe,
From dainty rosebud lips in pout,
Must kiss the perfect flower out!
Ah! Little coquette! Fair deceit!
Some things are bitter that were sweet.
Ah! Ah! Little coquette!
Some things are bitter that were sweet.