Steber

The Memory Of Love’s Refrain

And now the purple dust of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the Steber of yesterday
The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
Each lonely night
Dreaming of a song
That melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
Ah, but that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the Steber of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells its fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My Steber melody
The memory of love’s refrain.

Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My Steber melody
The memory of love’s refrain.

Steber Stardust “Stardust”. Eleanor Steber, soprano

They say everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day.
Who are “They”?

Tommy O’Quasthoff
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Eleanor McSteber
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Eileen Farrell. Just Eileen Farrell. Ain’t That Irish Enough Fer Ya?
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When you begin your morning with a text-message proposing a romantic weekend in New York, yet still find yourself in conversation, hours later, texting the query “you still have a bf?”, it’s time to dig the landed-line out from under all those old “Opera News’s” and dial 1-900-ELEANOR for professional help.

audio The Telephone Aria (from Gian-Carlo Menotti’s opera “The Telephone”). Eleanor Steber, soprano/telemarketer

I think I’ll compose an opera in one act with three characters: a man, a man, and a text-message.