Dusk in the Valley by Liza Lehmann Lyrics
Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping
Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star
Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried
Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown evejar
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:
So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd
Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star
Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried
Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown evejar
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:
So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd