Not for me the lark is singing (John Liptrot Hatton)

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General Information

Title: Not for me the lark is singing
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: Godfrey Wordsworth Turner

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 365

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Not for me the lark is singing,
Not for me the sun shines fair,
Not for me the bells are ringing,
And the lilies scent the air.
For my little bird is silent,
And my sun has set in gloom,
And the parting bell has sounded
For my lily in her bloom.
Not for me the lark is singing,
Not for me the sun shines fair,
Not for me the bells are ringing,
And the lilies scent the air.

Bird and blossom both are faded,
Both alike are dead to me;
Sunny memories now are shaded
As by mists the evening sea.
Bird and blossom, light and shadow,
All in life to her were dear;
And the bells made mirthful music
Ever to her listening ear.
Not for me the lark is singing,
Not for me the sun shines fair,
Not for me the bells are ringing,
And the lilies scent the air.

Mournful heart, control thy sorrow,
Deem not hope for ever fled;
Birds will blithely sing tomorrow,
Though this bird of thine be dead.
Little checked by lamentation,
Time's renewing currents flow;
And the brightest flowers will blossom
Where thy lily lies below.
Then for thee the lark is singing,
Then for thee the sun shines fair,
Then for thee the bells are ringing,
And the lilies scent the air.