Tuesday, October 02, 2007

The Long Day Closes



This is the song Roger the plumber was talking about last night. It's "The Long Day Closes" by Gilbert and Sullivan:

No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mists creeping,
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.

Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes.

The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly,
Quivers lowly.

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes;

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
Thy book of toil is read,
Go to the dreamless bed,
The long day closes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Won't be the first to point out that 'The Long day Closes' was in fact NOT a
G & S collaboration .......but the melody WAS written by Sir Arthur Sullivan, to accomodate words by F. H. Chorley.

brian@tulipan.wanadoo.co.uk