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The White Dawn is Stealing
by Nelle Richmond Eberhart
The white dawn is stealing above the dark cedar trees,
The young corn is waving its blades in the morning breeze;
The birds chant so lonely, the leaves softly moan above,
The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for love.
My signal I flash where the spring’s silver waters lie,
My love-call I send on the winds that are floating by.
Then come, oh, thy coming shall be as the dawn to me,
The heart of me sighs, the heart of me sighs for thee.
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
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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
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