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CPDL #16766:
Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2008-5-02). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 84 KB, MIDI: 14 KB, Sib4: 48 KB.
General Information
Title: The Witches' Wood
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Mary E. Coleridge
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo Tenor
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1909
Description: English Lyrics Set 9 - No. 3
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Original text and translations
English text
- There was a wood, a witches' wood,
- All the trees therein were pale;
- They bore no branches green and good
- But as it were a gray nun's veil.
- They talked and chattered in the wind
- From morning dawn to set of sun,
- Like men and women that have sinned,
- Whose thousand evil tongues are one.
- Their roots were like the hands of men,
- Grown hard and brown with clutching gold,
- Their foliage women's tresses
- When the hair is withered, thin and old.
- There never did a sweet bird sing.
- For happy love about his nest.
- The clustered bats on evil wing
- Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.
- And in the midst a pool there lay
- Of water white, as thou' a scare
- Had frightened off the eye of day
- And kept the Moon reflected there.