Where
the gentle Avon flows,
And
a trailing rambler grows,
There’s
a window shining into the night,
And
a casement curtain flutters and blows in candle light
And
a girl sits listening there
To
a haunting old world air
As
if someone played so softly below.
All
entranced, she hears that sweet serenade of long ago
All
the while her wonder grows
As
that music comes and goes
Ah.
What magic makes this rare delight
Her
calling awakes the midsummer night
Who
can it be playing out there,
Playing
for me such a sweet air!
Clavicord
bells tinkling in time,
Why
do you chime? Why do you ring ding ding?
Tell
me, minstrel; tell me the tale of love you sing!
Phantom
answer came there none,
But
she waited on and on
Till
her window grew bright with dawn’s early glow,
And
that bygone lover haunting the night was silent below.
He
no longer played that sweet serenade of long ago.
Sweet
serenade of long ago.
Music by Ronald Binge.
Lyrics by the poet Christopher
Hassall
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4XgbIhlOvk
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