Passing Hours
Music by Javier Márquez
Poem by Ella Higginson (1863-1940)
Soprano
Alto
Baritone
Lyrics:
The hours steal by with still, unasking lips -
So lightly that I cannot hear their tread;
And softly touch me with their finger-tips
To find if I be dreaming, or be dead.
And yet however still their flight may be,
Their ceaselss going weights my heart with tears;
These touches will have wroght deep scars on me -
When the light hours have worn to heavy years.