Roger Quilter - Autumn Evening
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The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest
So deep thy rest
Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought
I lay aside for passing feet
Thou needest nought
Thou needest, needest nought
The grapes are gather'd from the hills
The wood is piled, the song bird gone
The breath of early evening chills;
My love, my love, sleep on;
My love, my love, sleep on
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest
So deep thy rest
Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought
I lay aside for passing feet
Thou needest nought
Thou needest, needest nought
The grapes are gather'd from the hills
The wood is piled, the song bird gone
The breath of early evening chills;
My love, my love, sleep on;
My love, my love, sleep on
