Winter song (Heinrich Dorn)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-04-22). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB Copyright: CPDL
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From mountain high, with hoary heads,
Drear Winter gazes down;
Still are the woods, the brooks are mute,
The trees are bare and brown,
Dark clouds their sable veil let fall,
And o'er the landscape spread a pall.
The joys of Spring are once more past,
And summer's blooming flowers;
With grateful hearts we've gathered in
Rich Autumn's golden stores.
Now all are gone, life torpid lies,
White frost the sun's warm rays defies;
But though without 'tis cold and sad,
There still is power alive
To call the blossoms forth again,
And bid the fruitful year revive.
When storms arise, within keep peace,
From anxious thoughts the mind release.
With joyful song and loving cup
We'll keep the storms at bay:
And when dark vapours gather round,
We'll drive them all away;
The storms of life must e'er depart
From each contented, tranquil heart.