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- (Posted 2020-07-03) CPDL #59499:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-07-03). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 111 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
General Information
Title: Looking for Spring
Composer: Charles Harford Lloyd
Lyricist: F. Wyville Homecreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1885 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 18, no. 508
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Original text and translations
English text
As a bride groom awaiting the bride,
We have longed for thy coming, O Spring;
The snowdrop, thy herald and guide,
Foreran thee, foretold thee, and died.
And yet thy lingering wing
tarries, and time grows late,
And we grow weary that wait.
Come hither, O Spring!
The crocus that strewed for thy way
Its purple and gold together
Has looked for thee day after day;
No more now, no more can it stay,
It begins to sicken and wither.
The swallows look out o'er the deep,
And the buds are a-weary of sleep.
O Spring, come hither, O Spring!