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Five Shakespeare Songs Op. 23
by Roger Quilter (1877-1953)
1. Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
2. Under the greenwood tree
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
3. It was a lover and his lass
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green corn-field did pass.
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownéd with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
4. Take, o take those lips away
Take, o take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again;
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, sealed in vain.
5. Hey, ho, the wind and the rain
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
Songs of Travel
music by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1904)
poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
1. The vagabond
Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above,
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river—
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above,
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field—
Warm the fireside haven—
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
2. Let Beauty awake
Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams,
Beauty awake from rest!
Let Beauty awake
For Beauty’s sake
In the hour when the birds awake in the brake
And the stars are bright in the west!
Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day,
Awake in the crimson eve!
In the day’s dusk end
When the shades ascend,
Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend,
To render again and receive!
3. The roadside fire
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night,
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests, and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom;
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
4. Youth and love
To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside.
Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,
Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,
Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land
Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.
Thick as stars at night when the moon is down,
Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fate
Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,
Cries but a wayside word to her at the garden gate,
Sings but a boyish stave and his face is gone.
5. In dreams
In dreams unhappy, I behold you stand
As heretofore:
The unremember’d tokens in your hand
Avail no more.
No more the morning glow, no more the grace,
Enshrines, endears.
Cold beats the light of time upon your face
And shows your tears.
He came and went. Perchance you wept awhile
And then forgot.
Ah me! but he that left you with a smile
Forgets you not.
6. The infinite shining heavens
The infinite shining heavens
Rose, and I saw in the night
Uncountable angel stars
Showering sorrow and light.
I saw them distant as heaven,
Dumb and shining and dead,
And the idle stars of the night
Were dearer to me than bread.
Night after night in my sorrow
The stars looked over the sea,
Till lo! I looked in the dusk
And a star had come down to me.
7. Whither must I wander?
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust.
Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree,
The true word of welcome was spoken in the door—
Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight,
Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,
Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours.
Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood—
Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney—
But I go for ever and come again no more.
8. Bright is the ring of words
Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them,
Still they are carolled and said—
On wings they are carried—
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried.
Low as the singer lies
In the field of heather,
Songs of his fashion bring
The swains together.
And when the west is red
With the sunset embers,
The lover lingers and sings
And the maid remembers.
9. I have trod the upward and the downward slope
I have trod the upward and the downward slope;
I have endured and done in days before;
I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope;
And I have lived and loved, and closed the door.
Siete Canciones Populares Espanolas
muziek van Manuel de Falla (1876-1946)
gedichten van Gregorio Martínez Sierra (1881-1947)
1. El Paño Moruno
Al paño fino, en la tienda, una mancha le cayó;
Por menos precio se vende, porque perdió su valor. ¡Ay!
2. Seguidilla Murciana
Cualquiera que el tejado tenga de vidrio,
No debe tirar piedras al del vecino.
Arrieros semos; ¡Puede que en el camino nos encontremos!
Por tu mucha inconstancia yo te comparo
Con peseta que corre de mano en mano;
Que al fin se borra, y créyendola falsa ¡Nadie la toma!
3. Asturiana
Por ver si me consolaba, arrime a un pino verde, por ver si me consolaba.
Por verme llorar, lloraba. Y el pino como era verde, por verme llorar, lloraba.
4. Jota
Dicen que no nos queremos porque no nos ven hablar;
A tu corazón y al mio se lo pueden preguntar.
Ya me despido de tí, de tu casa y tu ventana,
Y aunque no quiera tu madre, Adiós, niña, hasta mañana.
Aunque no quiera tu madre...
5. Nana
Duérmete, niño, duerme, duerme, mi alma,
Duérmete, lucerito de la mañana.
Naninta, nana, Naninta, nana.
Duérmete, lucerito de la mañana.
6. Canción
Por traidores, tus ojos, voy a enterrarlos;
No sabes lo que cuesta, »Del aire«
Niña, el mirarlos. »Madre a la orilla«
Niña el mirarlos. »Madre«
Dicen que no me quieres, y a me has querido...
Váyase lo ganado, »Del aire«
Por lo perdido, »Madre a la orilla«
Por lo perdido, »Madre«
7. Polo
¡Ay! Guardo una, ¡Ay!
¡Guardo una pena en mi pecho, ¡Ay!
Que a nadie se la diré!
Malhaya el amor, malhaya, ¡Ay!
¡Y quien me lo dió a entender! ¡Ay!
Poema en forma de canciones Op. 19 van Joaquín Turina (1882-1949)
tekst van Ramòn Maria de las Mercedes de Campoamor y Campoosorio (1817 - 1901)
1. Dedicatorio
2. Nunca olvida . . . .
Ya que este mundo abandono,
Ántes de dar cuenta á Dios,
Aquí para entre los dos,
Mi confesion te diré:
-- Con toda el alma perdono
Hasta á los que siempre he odiado;
¡Á tí, que tanto te he amado,
Nunca te perdonaré!
3. Cantares
¡Ay! Más cerca de mí te siento
Cuanto más huyo de tí,
Pues tu imágen es en mí
Sombra de mi pensamiento.
Vuélvemelo hoy a decir,
Pues, embelesado, ayer
Te escuchaba sin oír,
Y te miraba sin ver.
4. Los dos miedos
Al comenzar la noche de aquel día,
ella, lejos de mí,
-- ¿Por qué te acercas tanto? -- Me decía;
-- ¡Tengo miedo de tí! --
Y después que la noche hubo pasado
dijo, cerca de mí:
-- ¿Por qué te alejas tanto de mi lado?
¡Tengo miedo sin tí! --
5. Las locas por amor
-- "Te amaré, diosa Venus, si prefieres
que te ame mucho tiempo y con cordura."
Y respondió la diosa de Citeres:
--"Prefiero, como todas las mujeres,
que me amen poco tiempo y con locura."
"Te amaré diosa Venus, te amaré."
Cinco canciones populares Argentinas op.10 1943 van Alberto Ginastera (1916-1983)
sobre textos del cancionero popular
1.Chacarera
A mí me gustan las ñatas
Y una ñata me ha tocado
Ñato será el casamiento
Y más ñato el resultado.
Cuando canto chacareras
Me dan ganas de llorar
Porque se me representa
Catamarca y Tuoumán.
2.Triste
Debajo de un limón verde
Donde el agua no corría
Entregué mi corazón
A quien no lo merecía.
Triste es el día sin sol
Triste es la noche sin luna
Pero más triste es querer
Sin esperanza ninguna.
3. Zamba
Hasta las piedras del cerro
Y las arenas del mar
Me dicen que no te quiera
Y no te puedo olvidar.
Si el corazón me has robado
El tuyo me lo has de dar
El que lleva cosa ajena
Con lo suyo ha de pagar.
4.Arrorró
Arrorró mi nene,
Arrorró mi sol,
Arrorró pedazo
De mi corazón.
Este nene lindo
Se quiere dormir
Y el pícaro sueño
No quiere venir.
5.Gato
El gato de mi casa
Es muy gauchito
Pero cuando lo bailan
Zapateadito.
Guitarrita de pino
Cuerdas de alambre.
Tanto quiero a las chicas,
Digo, como a las grandes.
Esa moza que baila
Mucho la quiero
Pero no para hermana
Que hermana tengo.
Que hermana tengo
Si, pónte al frente
Aunque no sea tu dueño,
Digo, me gusta verte.