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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Hail! young spring (full accompaniment)
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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"A welcome to the spring sung by Mrs Farrell in the Theatre Royal at Covent Garden and at Ranelagh", London, 1777.
This edition includes the original orchestral accompaniment; a version for keyboard reduction is also available.
This edition includes the original orchestral accompaniment; a version for keyboard reduction is also available.
Lyrics: Anon
Hail! young spring, the earth adorning,
Drive old winter far away;
Wake the rosy-finger'd morning;
Deck the sun in radiance gay.
Flora, bring thy sweetest treasure,
Zephyr, waft thy softest gale;
Chant, ye birds, the song of pleasure;
Echo warble it through the vale.
Leafless, tuneless, unendearing
Stood the long deserted grove;
But, sweet spring, at thy appearing,
All is harmony and love.
Hail! young spring, the earth adorning,
Drive old winter far away;
Wake the rosy-finger'd morning;
Deck the sun in radiance gay.
Flora, bring thy sweetest treasure,
Zephyr, waft thy softest gale;
Chant, ye birds, the song of pleasure;
Echo warble it through the vale.
Leafless, tuneless, unendearing
Stood the long deserted grove;
But, sweet spring, at thy appearing,
All is harmony and love.