A Quoi Bon Dire (SATB Choir, a cappella)
Text (by Charlotte Mew)
Seventeen days ago you said
Something that sounded like goodbye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I.
So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say goodbye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled,
I shall have tossed your hair.
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