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  • (Posted 2016-05-05)  CPDL #39557:       
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-05-05).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 80 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: If I had but two little wings
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

Published: 1897

Description: No. 3 from Six Modern Lyrics (1897):

  1. How sweet the answer
  2. Since thou, O fondest
  3. If I had but two little wings
  4. There rolls the deep
  5. What voice of gladness
  6. Music, when soft voices die

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Original text and translations

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If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.