by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955)
The winds are calling (Autumn)
Language: English
The winds are calling, calling, And the friendly voices die; The rain is falling, falling, From out a frowning sky; Then let us quickly you and I Goodbye! If aught that I have told you Should bring a moment's pain, Love I will take and hold you Within my arms again; And press you closely to my heart Before we part Then let us say it quickly you and I Goodbye!
Text Authorship:
- by Harold Simpson (1874 - 1955) [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 Landon Ronald, Sir (1873 - 1938), "The winds are calling (Autumn)", published c1906 [ low voice and piano ], from A cycle of life : five songs, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2020-03-28
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