A poignant folk song of England origin
Melody by Sloman.
Arranged by Barker.
A lover’s death; both melody and lyrics have a melancholy feel.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
As I stray’d from my cot at the close of the day
‘Mid the ravishing beauties of June
‘Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid
And she plaintively sigh’d to the moon
Chorus
Roll on silver moon, point the trav’ler his way
While the nightingale’s song is in tune
I never, never more with my true love will stray
By thy soft silver beams gentle moon
- As the Hart on the mountain, my lover was brave
So noble, and manly and clever
So kind and sincere, and he loved me full dear
Oh, my Edwin his equal was never - But alas he is dead and gone to death’s bed
Cut down like a rose in full bloom
All alone doth he sleep while I thus sadly weep
Neath thy soft silver light gentle moon - His lone grave I’ll seek out until morning appears
And weep o’er my lover so brave
I’ll embrace the cold sod and bathe with my tears
The sweet flowers that bloom o’er his grave - Ah me ne’er again may my bosom rejoice
For my lost love I fain would meet soon
And fond lovers will weep o’er the grave where we sleep
Neath thy soft silver light gentle moon