# 6a Song of the Summer Winds

- Music: Ann Mounsey (died 1891)
- Words: George Darley
- Licence of the score: CC0 1.0
- Credit: OpenScore Lieder Corpus (CC0)
- Source: https://musescore.com/openscore-lieder-corpus/scores/6646781

## The words

Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow  
swift we fly; Now we sing, and now we mourn,  
Now we whistle, now we sigh.  
By the fringed grassy river, Through the  
murm’ring reeds we sweep,  
To their very hearts we creep.  
Now the maiden rose is blushing At the frolic  
things we say, While, aside her cheek we’re  
rushing, Like some truant Bees at play,  
Like some truant Bees at play.  
Down, down the glen, across the mountain  
O’er the yellow heath we roam,  
Whirling round about the fountain,  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
Bending down the weeping Willows,  
While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then,  
unto our rosy pillows, On our weary wings we  
hie. On our weary wings we hie.  
Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow  
swift we fly; Now we sing and now we mourn,  
Now we whistle, now we sigh.  
By the fringed grassy river, Through the  
murm’ring reeds we sweep, Mid the lily leaves  
we quiver, To their very hearts we creep.  
While, aside her cheek we’re rushing,  
Like some truant Bees at play, Like some truant  
Bees at play.  
Whirling round about the fountain,  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
Bending down the weeping Willows,  
While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then,  
unto our rosy pillows, On our weary wings we  
hie. On our weary wings we hie.  
Up the hill, and down the bourn, O’er the meadow  
swift we fly; Now we sing and now we mourn,  
Now we whistle, now we sigh.  
Through the murm’ring reeds we sweep,  
’Mid the lily leaves we quiver,  
To their very, very hearts we creep.  
While, aside her cheek we’re rushing,  
Like some truant Bees at play,  
Like some truant Bees at play.  
Whirling round about the fountain,  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
’Til its little breakers foam.  
Bending down the weeping Willows,  
While our vesper hymn we sigh, Then,  
unto our ro sy pillows, On our weary wings we  
hie. On our weary wings we hie.  

Songs to sing here are made from public-domain scores: the OpenScore Lieder Corpus (CC0), the Mutopia Project (each score's licence as Mutopia states it) and the scores in Japanese Wikipedia's articles (CC BY-SA 4.0, by each article's contributors); dates and first publications as IMSLP, the LiederNet Archive, Mutopia and Wikidata state them. Karaoke videos play in YouTube's player; live channels from the iptv-org database on their own pages; stations from Radio Browser. The piano is the Salamander Grand Piano by Alexander Holm (CC BY 3.0).