WHEN THE THORN BLOWS

 

text: Mary Webb

 

SATB and piano

 

duration: 5'40" mins.

sheet music

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Dawn glimmers white beyond the burning hill

Where sunbeams light a fire in every tree.

The morning bird is singing clear and shrill;

And oh, my love! when will you come to me?

 

The daisies whitely sleep beneath the dew;

On the wet road the stones are fair to see;

Cloudy, the blackthorn floats upon the blue;

And oh, my love! when will you come to me?

 

The wind came walking in the shaken wood;

He shouted from the mountains and the sea.

By the pale thorn he paused, in lover’s mood -

And oh, my love! when will you come to me?

 

My heart has blossomed meekly as the thorn;

It has its dews, and daisies two of three.

The heavens quicken, green as April corn -

And oh, my love! when will you come to me?