 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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ALL SOULS' NIGHT.
My Love is up in heaven, walking in white,
If but my Love would hear me and come to me to-night,
I'd set my door wide open to welcome in my Love,
To welcome home my Love.
If but my Love would hear me and come to me to-night,
I'd set my door wide open to welcome in my Love,
To welcome home my Love.
Upon my breast I'd pillow his dark and silken head,
His arms would go about me, his cheek to mine be laid,
I should forget my weeping and all my tears and pain,
My heavy tears and pain.
His arms would go about me, his cheek to mine be laid,
I should forget my weeping and all my tears and pain,
My heavy tears and pain.
I'd pray my little cock not to crow before day,
I'd pray the dawn to tarry, the mirk midnight to stay,
My pale cheeks would be rosier than any new-made bride,
Than any hour-old bride.
I'd pray the dawn to tarry, the mirk midnight to stay,
My pale cheeks would be rosier than any new-made bride,
Than any hour-old bride.
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But why is Rory barking as though his heart were glad?
All night I heard him keening so mournful and sad,
There's a footstep in the bawn and a hand upon the latch,—
O whose hand upon the latch?
All night I heard him keening so mournful and sad,
There's a footstep in the bawn and a hand upon the latch,—
O whose hand upon the latch?
Love, and is it you? Love, but you are true,
Tall you are and handsome, the kind Love I knew,
But all in gold and glory, and a crown on your hair,
A fine crown on your hair.
Tall you are and handsome, the kind Love I knew,
But all in gold and glory, and a crown on your hair,
A fine crown on your hair.
Crow not, little cock, until the day is come,
Crow not, pretty cock, or my Love must travel home,
And your wings shall be of silver, and gold for your crest,
A gold comb for your crest!
Crow not, pretty cock, or my Love must travel home,
And your wings shall be of silver, and gold for your crest,
A gold comb for your crest!
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