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Uploaded by on Jul 13, 2011

(Maj-visen)
Danish Lyrics: Holger Drachmann (1897)
Melody and lyrics: by Stephen Foster 1856,
Played and improvised on piano by
Erling Jan Sørensen
http://www.erlingmusic.dk/

1. Se, det summer af sol over engen,
honningbien vil fylde sin kurv,
og der pusles ved bordet og sengen
af den fattigste sisken og spurv:
og der jubles hele dagen,
men mod kvælden bli'r alting så tyst,
våren synger sin sang, det er sagen,
og mit hjerte bli'r voks i mit bryst.

2. Der er sølvklang i majbækkens vove,
gyldent skær gennem aftenen lang,
hver en grøft bliver blomstrende skove
langs den kornrige, bølgende vang:
disse bølger, o, de stiger
med min sjæl over solskyens rand,
rundt i verden er dejlige riger,
ingen vår som en maj i vort land!

Holger Drachmann 1846-1908
Stephen C. Foster 1826-1864,

Gentle Annie
by Stephen Foster 1856


Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flow'r thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

2. We have roamed and loved mid the bowers,
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.

chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

3. Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we stray'd.

chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Springtime comes gentle Annie,
When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain?

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