All Arnold Bax Lyrics

Arnold Bax - Echo | lyrnow.com
How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes And far away, o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light! Yet Love hath

Arnold Bax - A Hushing Song | lyrnow.com
Eilidh, Eilidh My bonny wee lass: The winds blow And the hours pass But never a wind Can do thee wrong Brown Birdeen, singing Thy bird-heart song And never an

Arnold Bax - The Fiddler of Dooney | lyrnow.com
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet My brother in Mocharabuiee I passed my brother and cousin: They

Arnold Bax - Golden Guendolen | lyrnow.com
Twixt the sunlight and the shade Float up memories of my maid God remember Guendolen Gold or gems she did not wear But her yellow rippled hair Like a veil, hid

Arnold Bax - The Song in the Twilight | lyrnow.com
I have heard a music Strange and wild and tender Through the mystic splendour Of the twilight stealing Like the spell entracing of a magic potion Slowly it enwound me

Arnold Bax - The pigeons | lyrnow.com
Odalisques, odalisques Treading the pavement With feet pomegranate-stained: We bartered for, bought you Back in the years Ah, then we knew you Odalisques, odalisques

Arnold Bax - As I came over the grey, grey hills | lyrnow.com
As I came over the grey, grey hills And over the grey, grey water I saw the gilly leading on And the white Christ following after Where and where does the gilly lead?

Arnold Bax - Across the Door | lyrnow.com
The fiddles were playing and playing The couples were out on the floor; From converse and dancing he drew me And across the door Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows

Arnold Bax - I heard a Piper piping | lyrnow.com
I heard a piper piping The blue hills among — And never did I hear So plaintive a song It seemed but a part Of the hills’ melancholy: No piper living there

Arnold Bax - Roundel | lyrnow.com
Your yën two wol sle me sodenly I may the beaute of hem not sustene So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene And but your word wol helen hastily My hertes wounde, whyl that

Arnold Bax - A Milking Sian | lyrnow.com
Give up thy milk to her who calls Across the low green hills of Heaven And stream-cool meads of Paradise! Across the low green hills of Heaven How sweet to hear the milking

Arnold Bax - The Enchanted Fiddle | lyrnow.com
I come out of the west with the fiddle I stole from a Genoese ship; Lord! that was a treasure I captured When I gave the stranger the slip! I saw in the flower of the

Arnold Bax - To Eire | lyrnow.com
To Thee, Beloved, of old there came The sailers of a thousand ships Who learned to love Thy hidden name And love the music on Thy lips; But some, who thought to build Thy

Arnold Bax - A Christmas Carol | lyrnow.com
There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu: Alleluya For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space: Res miranda By that