[[audio/mpeg]The Two Leaves.MUSIC COMPOSED BY GEO. J. WEBB.Music: The Two LeavesUpon a bough a yellow leaf,Seemed sad and sighing, full of grief;While bright beside it gaily sungAnother leaf, still green and young;And then the old leaf whisper’d light,Unto its neighbor fair and bright—“Why giddy leaf art thou so gay,While I, thy sister, fade away?While I, thy sister, fade away?“Look down, and mark the valley deep,Where we must soon in shadow sleep;And is it meet so frail a thing,—A trembling leaf,—should dance and sing?”The green leaf, answering, softly sung,“Sweet sister, once thyself was young,And thy fond bosom danced with bliss,E’en though the zephyr stole a kiss!“I sing a soft and cheerful lay,Perchance, because my heart is gay;Perchance to please a floweret, bornBeside me on my own birth-morn.“So pray forgive, my sister sere,If more I court the smile than tear;And when I’m yellow, withered, pale,I’ll sigh, and sink in yonder vale.”
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The Two Leaves.MUSIC COMPOSED BY GEO. J. WEBB.
Music: The Two Leaves
Upon a bough a yellow leaf,Seemed sad and sighing, full of grief;While bright beside it gaily sungAnother leaf, still green and young;And then the old leaf whisper’d light,Unto its neighbor fair and bright—“Why giddy leaf art thou so gay,While I, thy sister, fade away?While I, thy sister, fade away?“Look down, and mark the valley deep,Where we must soon in shadow sleep;And is it meet so frail a thing,—A trembling leaf,—should dance and sing?”The green leaf, answering, softly sung,“Sweet sister, once thyself was young,And thy fond bosom danced with bliss,E’en though the zephyr stole a kiss!“I sing a soft and cheerful lay,Perchance, because my heart is gay;Perchance to please a floweret, bornBeside me on my own birth-morn.“So pray forgive, my sister sere,If more I court the smile than tear;And when I’m yellow, withered, pale,I’ll sigh, and sink in yonder vale.”
Upon a bough a yellow leaf,Seemed sad and sighing, full of grief;While bright beside it gaily sungAnother leaf, still green and young;And then the old leaf whisper’d light,Unto its neighbor fair and bright—“Why giddy leaf art thou so gay,While I, thy sister, fade away?While I, thy sister, fade away?“Look down, and mark the valley deep,Where we must soon in shadow sleep;And is it meet so frail a thing,—A trembling leaf,—should dance and sing?”The green leaf, answering, softly sung,“Sweet sister, once thyself was young,And thy fond bosom danced with bliss,E’en though the zephyr stole a kiss!“I sing a soft and cheerful lay,Perchance, because my heart is gay;Perchance to please a floweret, bornBeside me on my own birth-morn.“So pray forgive, my sister sere,If more I court the smile than tear;And when I’m yellow, withered, pale,I’ll sigh, and sink in yonder vale.”
Upon a bough a yellow leaf,
Seemed sad and sighing, full of grief;
While bright beside it gaily sung
Another leaf, still green and young;
And then the old leaf whisper’d light,
Unto its neighbor fair and bright—
“Why giddy leaf art thou so gay,
While I, thy sister, fade away?
While I, thy sister, fade away?
“Look down, and mark the valley deep,Where we must soon in shadow sleep;And is it meet so frail a thing,—A trembling leaf,—should dance and sing?”
“Look down, and mark the valley deep,
Where we must soon in shadow sleep;
And is it meet so frail a thing,—
A trembling leaf,—should dance and sing?”
The green leaf, answering, softly sung,“Sweet sister, once thyself was young,And thy fond bosom danced with bliss,E’en though the zephyr stole a kiss!
The green leaf, answering, softly sung,
“Sweet sister, once thyself was young,
And thy fond bosom danced with bliss,
E’en though the zephyr stole a kiss!
“I sing a soft and cheerful lay,Perchance, because my heart is gay;Perchance to please a floweret, bornBeside me on my own birth-morn.
“I sing a soft and cheerful lay,
Perchance, because my heart is gay;
Perchance to please a floweret, born
Beside me on my own birth-morn.
“So pray forgive, my sister sere,If more I court the smile than tear;And when I’m yellow, withered, pale,I’ll sigh, and sink in yonder vale.”
“So pray forgive, my sister sere,
If more I court the smile than tear;
And when I’m yellow, withered, pale,
I’ll sigh, and sink in yonder vale.”