Songs
Fair House of Joy
(1908)
Op. 12 no.7
Fair House of Joy
Fain would I change that noteTo which fond Love hath charm'd meLong, long to sing by rote,Fancying that that harm'd me:Yet when this thought doth come'Love is the perfect sum Of all delight!'I have no other choiceEither for pen or voiceTo sing or write.O Love! they wrong thee muchThat say thy sweet is bitter,When thy rich fruit is suchAs nothing can be sweeter.Fair house of joy and bliss,Where truest pleasure is,I do adore thee:I know thee what thou art,I serve thee with my heart,And fall before thee.
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Previously performed at:
- 25 Oct 2017: Across Borders: Ben Johnson & James Baillieu
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Fair House of Joy
Fain would I change that note
To which fond Love hath charm'd me
Long, long to sing by rote,
Fancying that that harm'd me:
Yet when this thought doth come
'Love is the perfect sum
Of all delight!'
I have no other choice
Either for pen or voice
To sing or write.
O Love! they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy rich fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss,
Where truest pleasure is,
I do adore thee:
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee.
If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.
Composer
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 25 Oct 2017: Across Borders: Ben Johnson & James Baillieu