by Ethna Carbery (1866 - 1902)
Song of Ciabhan
Language: English
To the isle of peace I turn our prow, No angry seas shall fright you now, But calm lake waters, as smooth as glass, Where we shall pass from the place of slaughters. In our isle the calm slow dripping dew Shall shed its balm ?twixt night and you, And peace shall hover till Angus calls, And the great peace falls on beloved and lover.
Authorship:
- by Ethna Carbery (1866 - 1902) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "Song of Ciabhan", 1911, published 1979 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 65