Long, long ago–in 1808, to be precise–this was popular music: Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms, by Thomas Moore. Tradition has it that he wrote these lyrics in honor of his wife, who was stricken with smallpox, and to pledge his enduring love for her. We have it here by the Robert Shaw Chorale.
Click here for the lyrics, https://www.irishsongs.com/lyrics.php?Action=view&Song_id=36
If these don’t move you, I give up.
The first time I tried to post this lovely song here, I had nothing but problems. So here it is again–The Last Rose of Summer.
This goes straight to my heart. Poems written by Thomas Moore do have a way of doing that (“The Minstrel Boy,” “Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms”). And I can’t see Andrew Rieu and his orchestra without remembering my aunts at Christmas time, and how they loved his music.
Well, the post seems to have worked this time.
And it looks like the worst part of my allergy attack has abated, thanks be to God.