Moonlit night on southern waters / words by Florence N. Reynolds music by D. H. Magill
MLA Citation
Magill, D. H, Composer. “Moonlit night on southern waters / words by Florence N. Reynolds music by D. H. Magill.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17189. Accessed 14 Feb. 2025.
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Title | Moonlit night on southern waters / words by Florence N. Reynolds music by D. H. Magill |
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Subject | Songs with piano |
Description | For voice and piano |
Caption title: Illustrated cover | |
Verso of cover and back cover: Advertisements for additional songs published by Temple Music Co | |
Advertisements for other songs at the bottom of each page | |
Creator | Magill, D. H, Composer. |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | Chicago : Temple Music Co. |
Date | circa 1894 |
Contributor | Reynolds, Florence N, Lyricist. |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00118 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17189 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: The moon shines brightly on the river |
Date Modified | 2015-08-12 |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu:80/record=b2237677~S9 |
VERSE 01: The moon shines brightly on the river,/ The air is sweet with perfume rare/ And all is peace, the world forgetting,/ There is not in it grief or care,/ Above the rippling of the waters,/ A bird's sweet notes my tho'ts recall,/ They travel to me from the distance,/ A midnight greeting unto all. VERSE 02: Could life know naught but peace of moonlight,/ Could it be fill'd with fragrant flow'rs,/ The songs of birds our only greeting,/ Oh! what would a world would then be ours,/ Could life know naught but peace of moonlight,/ Could it be fill'd with fragrant flowers,/ The songs of birds our only greeting,/ Oh what a world would then be ours. CHORUS: Oh, moonlit night on Southern waters,/ Oh, charming bird notes, do not cease,/ To me, a wanderer, they carry,/ A world of comfort and of peace./ Oh, moonlit night on Southern waters,/ Oh, charming bird notes, do not cease,/ To me, a wanderer, they carry,/ A world of comfort and of peace. | |
Original Format | 1 score (7 p.) 35 cm |