a 1922 popular song
words by Sarojini Naidu
music by E. Wyburd Furrell
The sheet music:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
You held a wild flower in your finger tips
Idly you pressed it to indifferent lips
Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart
Alas! It was my heart
You held a wine cup in your finger tips
Lightly you raised it to indifferent lips
Lightly you drank and flung away the bowl
Alas! It was my soul! It was my soul!
Sung here by Fred Feild: