Frederick Delius - Exile | Lyrics
By the sad waters of separation Where we have wandered by divers ways I have but the shadow and imitation Of the old, memorial days In music I have no consolation No
Frederick Delius - In Spring | Lyrics
See how the trees and the osiers lithe Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe The meadows have donned their cape of flowers The air is soft with the sweet May showers And the
Frederick Delius - I Was Not Sorrowful, I Could Not Weep | Lyrics
I was not sorrowful, I could not weep And all my memories were put to sleep I watched the river grow more white and strange All day till evening I watched it change
Frederick Delius - A Late Lark | Lyrics
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies; And from the west Where the sun, his day's work ended Lingers as in content There falls on the old, grey city An influence
Frederick Delius - Birds in the High Hall Garden | Lyrics
Birds in the high hall garden When twilight was falling Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud They were crying and calling Where was Maud? in our wood; And I who else? was with her
Frederick Delius - Twilight Fancies | Lyrics
The Princess look'd forth from her maiden bow'r The horn of a herd-boy rang up from below "Oh, cease from thy playing, and haunt me no more Nor fetter my fancy that freely
Frederick Delius - Ein Vogelweise | Lyrics
Wir gingen an einem Maientag In schattiger Allee Geheimnisvoll und dunkel Verschwiegen wie ein See Der Westwind wehte leise Und alles war so gut Auf einem Ast ein
Frederick Delius - Passage to you! | Lyrics
Passage to you! O secret of the earth and sky! Of you O waters of the sea! O winding creeks and rivers! Of you O woods and fields! Of you strong mountains of my land! Of you O
Frederick Delius - Cynara | Lyrics
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow. Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of
Frederick Delius - Our days here are as one day | Lyrics
Our days here are as one day; For all our days are rounded in a sleep; They die and ne'er come back again Why then dissemble we with a tale of falsehoods? We are
