I heard it from the valleys, I heard it ringing in the mountains
I heard it from the valleys, I heard him singing in the mountains
Robert, when I drowse to-night,
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
Shifting dreams in mazy light,
Somewhere then I'll see your face
Turning back to bid me follow
Where I wag my arms and hollo,
Over hedges hasting after
Crooked smile and baffling laughter,
We know such dreams are true!
(WOMEN)
Running tireless, floating, leaping,
Down your web-hung woods and valleys,
Where the glowworm stars are peeping,
Till I find you, quiet as stone
On a hill-top all alone,
Staring outward, gravely pondering
Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.
You and I have walked together
In the starving winter weather.
We've been glad because we knew
Time's too short and friends are few.
We've been sad because we missed
One whose yellow head was kissed
By the gods, who thought about him
Till they couldn't do without him.
(MEN)
He's come back, all mirth and glory,
Like the prince in a fairy tory.
Winter called him far away;
Blossoms bring him home with May.
(ALL)
Now he's here again;
Standing in a wood that swings
Now he’s here again
Standing in a wood that swings
To Madrigal he sings
And I'm sure, as here I stand,
That he shines through every land,
That he sings in every place
Where we're thinking of his face
The lyrics:
I heard it from the valleys, I heard it ringing in the mountains I heard it from the valleys, I heard him singing in the mountains
Robert, when I drowse to-night, Skirting lawns of sleep to chase Shifting dreams in mazy light, Somewhere then I'll see your face Turning back to bid me follow Where I wag my arms and hollo, Over hedges hasting after Crooked smile and baffling laughter, We know such dreams are true!
(WOMEN) Running tireless, floating, leaping, Down your web-hung woods and valleys, Where the glowworm stars are peeping, Till I find you, quiet as stone On a hill-top all alone, Staring outward, gravely pondering Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering. You and I have walked together In the starving winter weather. We've been glad because we knew Time's too short and friends are few. We've been sad because we missed One whose yellow head was kissed By the gods, who thought about him Till they couldn't do without him.
(MEN) He's come back, all mirth and glory, Like the prince in a fairy tory. Winter called him far away; Blossoms bring him home with May.
(ALL) Now he's here again; Standing in a wood that swings
Now he’s here again Standing in a wood that swings To Madrigal he sings And I'm sure, as here I stand, That he shines through every land, That he sings in every place Where we're thinking of his face
And we know such dreams are true