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Awake, awake! | |||
The breezes shout Good morrow to the bustling rills; | |||
The birds are up, the sun is out, | |||
Wafting light kisses to the hills, | |||
The sunbeams, radiant with delight, | |||
Chase the quick swallows as they fly, | |||
The white clouds giddy with their height, | |||
Are reeling from the open sky. | |||
O pure, pure Loveliness, | |||
that smil'd So brightly on the world's first spring, | |||
Older than sorrow, yet a child, | |||
That taught each careless bird to sing, | |||
That tinted the wild rose and tied | |||
His rainbow necklace round the dove, | |||
My playmate, mistress, and my bride, | |||
The Earth holds naught to match thy love, }} | |||
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- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2020-10-26). Score information: A4, 10 pages, 167 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Awake, Awake
Composer: Granville Bantock
Lyricist: Alfred Hayescreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1905
Description: Originally published by Novello & Co, Number 968
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Original text and translations
English text
Awake, awake!
The breezes shout Good morrow to the bustling rills;
The birds are up, the sun is out,
Wafting light kisses to the hills,
The sunbeams, radiant with delight,
Chase the quick swallows as they fly,
The white clouds giddy with their height,
Are reeling from the open sky.
O pure, pure Loveliness,
that smil'd So brightly on the world's first spring,
Older than sorrow, yet a child,
That taught each careless bird to sing,
That tinted the wild rose and tied
His rainbow necklace round the dove,
My playmate, mistress, and my bride,
The Earth holds naught to match thy love,