Gipsy Song

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Arnold Bax - Pop

Gipsy Song

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Lyrics

There where the path to the plain goes by Where deep in the thicket my hut doth lie Where corn stands green in the garden plot The brook ripples by so clearly there The way is open so white and fair My heart's best beloved he takes it not There where I sit by my door and spin While morning winds that blow out and in With scent of roses enfold the spot When at evening I softly sing my lay That the wand'rer hears as the goes his way My heart's best beloved he hears me not There where on Sundays I go alone To the old, old well with the milk-white stone Where by the fence in a nook forgot Rises a spring in the daisied grass That make who drinks of it love alas! My heart's best beloved he drinks it not There by my window where day by day When the sunbeams first brighten the morning's grey I lean and dream of my weary lot And wait his coming and softly cry Because of love's longing that makes one die My heart's best beloved he dieth not

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Credits

Writers
  • Arnold Bax
  • Alma Strettell
  • Carmen Sylva