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The Moon Drops Low
by Nelle Richmond Eberhart
The moon drops low that once soared high
As an eagle soars in the morning sky;
And the deep dark lies like a death-web spun
‘Twixt the setting moon and the rising sun.
Our glory sets like the sinking moon;
The Red Man’s race shall be perished soon;
Our feet shall trip where the web is spun,
For no dawn shall be ours, and no rising sun.
Recordings
Dvořák und seine Zeit
(Charles Wakefield Cadman, Arthur Farwell, Edward MacDowell and Charles Ives)
2004
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Sheet Music
'Four American Indian Songs,' Op. 45 (High Voice)
Composer(s): Charles Wakefield Cadman
Song(s): 1. From the Land of the Sky-Blue Water
2. The White Dawn is Stealing
3. Far Off I Hear a Lover's Flute
4. The Moon Drops Low
Voice Type: High
Buy via Classical Vocal Reprints'Four American Indian Songs,' Op. 45 (Low Voice)
Composer(s): Charles Wakefield Cadman
Song(s): 1. From the Land of the Sky-Blue Water
2. The White Dawn is Stealing
3. Far Off I Hear a Lover's Flute
4. The Moon Drops Low
Voice Type: Low
Buy via Classical Vocal Reprints