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{{Vs|1}} Scent-laden breezes through the flowers are blowing; | |||
Solemnly veiling earth descends the night; | |||
Still is the lake, the distant Alpine summits | |||
Shine, glory-clad, in golden evening light. | |||
O land of beauty, home that I love, | |||
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove. | |||
{{Vs|2}} Come, let us forth, this evening-time to honour; | |||
Come to the vale, and wander hand in hand. | |||
Let us to song the parting hours be giving; | |||
Sweetly will echo sound along the strand. | |||
O land of beauty, home that I love, | |||
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove. | |||
{{Vs|3}} Clear is the moon, the steep of heaven upclimbing, | |||
Shining to greet us ere she seeks the west; | |||
Down from the height there floats the voice of Alphorns, | |||
Which call us all to welcome evening rest. | |||
O land of beauty, home that I love, | |||
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove. | |||
{{Translator|John Troutbeck}} | |||
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Revision as of 16:49, 17 January 2020
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-17). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 131 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Home that I love
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Lyricist: John Troutbeck
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 340
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Original text and translations
English text
1 Scent-laden breezes through the flowers are blowing;
Solemnly veiling earth descends the night;
Still is the lake, the distant Alpine summits
Shine, glory-clad, in golden evening light.
O land of beauty, home that I love,
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove.
2 Come, let us forth, this evening-time to honour;
Come to the vale, and wander hand in hand.
Let us to song the parting hours be giving;
Sweetly will echo sound along the strand.
O land of beauty, home that I love,
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove.
3 Clear is the moon, the steep of heaven upclimbing,
Shining to greet us ere she seeks the west;
Down from the height there floats the voice of Alphorns,
Which call us all to welcome evening rest.
O land of beauty, home that I love,
Never from thee will my heart's devotion rove.
Translation by John Troutbeck