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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2024-04-30}} {{CPDLno|80460}} [[Media:KINGSBURY_SummerLongings.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:KINGSBURY_SummerLongings.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | * {{PostedDate|2024-04-30}} {{CPDLno|80460}} [[Media:KINGSBURY_SummerLongings.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:KINGSBURY_SummerLongings.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | ||
{{Editor|David Anderson|2024-04-30}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|382}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|David Anderson|2024-04-30}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|382}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
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Ah! my heart is weary waiting, | |||
Waiting for the May— | |||
Waiting for the pleasant rambles, | |||
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, | |||
With the woodbine alternating, | |||
Scent the dewy way. | |||
Ah! my heart is weary waiting, | |||
Waiting for the May. | |||
Ah! my heart is sick with longing, | |||
Longing for the May— | |||
Longing to escape from study, | |||
To the young face fair and ruddy, | |||
And the thousand charms belonging | |||
To the summer’s day. | |||
Ah! my heart is sick with longing, | |||
Longing for the May. | |||
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, | |||
Sighing for the May— | |||
Sighing for their sure returning | |||
When the summer beams are burning, | |||
Hopes and flow’rs that, dead or dying, | |||
All the winter lay. | |||
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, | |||
Sighing for the May. | |||
Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing, | |||
Throbbing for the May— | |||
Throbbing for the seaside billows, | |||
Or the water-wooing willows, | |||
Where in laughing and in sobbing | |||
Glide the streams away. | |||
Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing, | |||
Throbbing for the May. | |||
Waiting sad, dejected, weary, | |||
Waiting for the May. | |||
Spring goes by with wasted warnings, | |||
Moonlight evenings, sun-bright mornings; | |||
Summer comes, yet dark and dreary | |||
Life still ebbs away: | |||
Man is ever weary weary, | |||
Waiting for the May.}} | |||
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-04-30). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 382 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Summer longings
Composer: Howard Kingsbury
Lyricist: Denis Florence MacCarthy
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1874 Taintor Brothers
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May—
Waiting for the pleasant rambles,
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
With the woodbine alternating,
Scent the dewy way.
Ah! my heart is weary waiting,
Waiting for the May.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May—
Longing to escape from study,
To the young face fair and ruddy,
And the thousand charms belonging
To the summer’s day.
Ah! my heart is sick with longing,
Longing for the May.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May—
Sighing for their sure returning
When the summer beams are burning,
Hopes and flow’rs that, dead or dying,
All the winter lay.
Ah! my heart is sore with sighing,
Sighing for the May.
Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing,
Throbbing for the May—
Throbbing for the seaside billows,
Or the water-wooing willows,
Where in laughing and in sobbing
Glide the streams away.
Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing,
Throbbing for the May.
Waiting sad, dejected, weary,
Waiting for the May.
Spring goes by with wasted warnings,
Moonlight evenings, sun-bright mornings;
Summer comes, yet dark and dreary
Life still ebbs away:
Man is ever weary weary,
Waiting for the May.