hittade världens finaste text på nätet av Philip Paul Bliss 1838 - 1876.
tänkte att en idé vore att vi här på KR tävlar om vem som kan tonsätta den stiligast.
alla genrer är såklart tillåtna.
eller har denna vinkling redan genomförts i nån tidigare festival kanske .....
??
anyway, - texten :
Lora Vale
Calmly fell the silver moonlight,
Over hill and over dale,
As with mournful hearts we lingered
By the couch of Lora Vale.
She was dying, gentle Lora,
She was passing like a sigh,
From a world of love and beauty
To a brighter world on high.
Lora, Lora, still we love thee,
Though we see thy form no more;
And we know thou'lt come to meet us
When we reach the mystic shore.
Brightly dawned the morrow's morning,
Over hill and over dale,
Still with mournful hearts we lingered
By the side of Lora Vale.
She was almost at the river
When the light broke from the sky,
And she smiled and whispered faintly,
"I am not afraid to die."
Lora, Lora, still we love thee,
Though we see thy form no more;
And we know thou'lt come to meet us
When we reach the mystic shore.
Softly through the trellised window,
Came the west wind's gentler breath,
But she heeded not its mildness;
For she slept the sleep of death.
And beyond the silver moonbeams,
Aye, beyond the stars of night,
Now she dwells, our darling Lora,
In the house of angels bright.
Lora, Lora, still we love thee,
Though we see thy form no more;
And we know thou'lt come to meet us
When we reach the mystic shore.
