Choral Arts, Lee D. Thompson & Robert Bode
the stars stand up in the air
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The stars up in the air,
The sun and the moon are gone,
The strand of its waters is bare.
And her sway is swept from the swan.
The cuckoo was calling all day,
Hid in the branches above,
How my stóirÃu00adn is fled away,
'Tis my grief that I gave her my love.
Three things through love I seeâ
Sorrow and sin and deathâ
And my mind reminding me
That this doom I breathe with my breath.
But sweeter than violin or lute
Is my loveâand she left me behind.
I wish that all music were mute,
And I to all beauty were blind.
She's more shapely than swan by the strand,
She's more radiant than grass after dew,
She's more fair than the stars where they standâ
'Tis my grief that her ever I knew.