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Here's All In The April Evening a Poem by Katharine Tynan sung by Kay Scragg Contralto from a Private Recorded 78 rpm acetate metal lacquer record that Is probably the only surviving recording of this song by this very talented contralto singer. If anybody has any information about Kay .scragg can they please leave it in the comments and I will add it the notes of this video.
All In The April Evening by Katherine Tynan (b. Jan. 21, 1861 - d. April 2, 1931
All in the April evening
April airs were abroad
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road
All in the April evening
I thought on the lamb of god
The lambs were weary and crying
With a weak human cry
I thought on the lamb of god
Going meekly to die
Up in the blue blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet
Rest for the little bodies
Rest for the little feet
But for the lamb, the Lamb of god
Up on the hilltop green
Only a cross, a cross of shame
Two stark crosses between
All in the April evening
April airs were abroad
I saw the sheep with the lambs
And thought on the Lamb of God
Here's All In The April Evening a Poem by Katharine Tynan sung by Kay Scragg Contralto from a Private Recorded 78 rpm acetate metal lacquer record that Is probably the only surviving recording of this song by this very talented contralto singer. If anybody has any information about Kay .scragg can they please leave it in the comments and I will add it the notes of this video.
All In The April Evening by Katherine Tynan (b. Jan. 21, 1861 - d. April 2, 1931
All in the April evening
April airs were abroad
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road
All in the April evening
I thought on the lamb of god
The lambs were weary and crying
With a weak human cry
I thought on the lamb of god
Going meekly to die
Up in the blue blue mountains
Dewy pastures are sweet
Rest for the little bodies
Rest for the little feet
But for the lamb, the Lamb of god
Up on the hilltop green
Only a cross, a cross of shame
Two stark crosses between
All in the April evening
April airs were abroad
I saw the sheep with the lambs
And thought on the Lamb of God