The Temple Bells~Lorna Kelly (Audio)

(Pianist Neil Chapman - live concert, Harare)
From Indian Love Lyrics by Amy Woodforde-Finden
The temple bells are ringing,
And the young green corn is springing,
And the marriage month is drawing very near.
I lie hidden in the grass,
And I count the moments pass,
For the month of marriages is very near .




She is young and very sweet,
From the silver on her feet
To the silver and the flowers in her hair,
And her beauty makes me swoon,
As the Moghra trees at noon
Intoxicate the hot and quivering air.

Ah, I would the hours were fleet
As her silver circled feet,
I am weary of the daytime and the night;
I am weary unto death,
Oh my rose with jasmin breath,
With this longing for your beauty and your light.
Poem by Laurence Hope
http://www.lornakelly.co.uk/

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[meant2live747]

I have absolutely fallen in love with Amy Woodforde-Finden's music! She was a very talented composer. I am going to sing this set in my Senior Voice Recital and I am excited to introduce her and her music to those who haven't heard it!