There is a lady sweet and kind Was never face so pleased my mind, I did but see her passing by And yet I love her till I die! Her gestures, motions and her smile Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile; Beguile my heart, I know not why And yet I love her till I die! Cupid is winged, and doth range Her country; so my heart doth change. But change the earth, or change the sky Yet will I love her till I die!
I sang this song in westminster hall in 1953 with my dear mother, only 31 years old in the audience, she sat there with a beauitiful bolero wrap, her black hair framing her lovely pale skin which emphasised her vivid blue eyes. I was only 11 and so the 'lady sweet and kind was....her, and always will be. thank you for posting
MrHihohum1 6 months ago
I sang this song in westminster hall in 1953 with my dear mother, only 31 years old in the audience, she sat there with a beauitiful bolero wrap, her black hair framing her lovely pale skin which emphasised her vivid blue eyes. I was only 11 and so the 'lady sweet and kind was....her, and always will be. thank you for posting
kiwihans 1 year ago
Is it not Edward Purcell 1689-1740?
robwinand 1 year ago
@robwinand You are right. I am surprised at how often people mistake the one composer for the other!
duettists 1 year ago