Sea Pictures, Op. 37: V. The Swimmer, "With short, sharp violent lights" (Allegro molto)

作词:A. Lindsay Gordon,Sir John Barbirolli,Janet Baker,London Symphony Orchestra,christopher parker

作曲:A. Lindsay Gordon,Sir John Barbirolli,Janet Baker,London Symphony Orchestra,christopher parker

所属专辑:The Very Best of English Song

歌词

歌曲名 Elgar: Sea Pictures, Op. 37: V. The Swimmer, "With short, sharp violent lights" (Allegro molto)

歌手名 Dame Janet Baker/London Symphony Orchestra/Sir John Barbirolli

作曲:Sir Edward Elgar

With short sharp violent lights made vivid

To southward far as the sight can roam

Only the swirl of the surges livid

The seas that climb and the surfs that comb

Only the crag and the cliff to nor'ward

The rocks receding and reefs flung forward

Waifs wreck'd seaward and wasted shoreward

On shallows sheeted with flaming foam

A grim gray coast and a seaboard ghastly

And shores trod seldom by feet of men

Where the batter'd hull and the broken mast lie

They have lain embedded these long years ten

Love love when we wandered here together

Hand in hand hand in hand through the sparkling weather

From the heights and hollows of fern and heather

God surely loved us a little then

The skies were fairer the shores were firmer

The blue sea over the bright sand roll'd

Babble and prattle and ripple and murmur

Sheen of silver and glamour of gold

Sheen of silver and glamour of gold

So girt with tempest and wing'd with thunder

And clad with lightning and shod with sleet

And strong winds treading the swift waves under

The flying rollers with frothy feet

One gleam like a bloodshot sword-blade swims on

The sky line staining the green gulf crimson

A death-stroke fiercely dealt by a dim sun

That strikes through his stormy winding sheet

O brave white horses you gather and gallop

The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains

O brave white horses you gather and gallop

The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains

Now the stoutest ship were the frailest shallop

In your hollow backs on your high-arched manes

I would ride as never man has ridden

In your sleepy swirling surges hidden

I would ride as never man has ridden

To gulfs foreshadow'd through strifes forbidden

Where no light wearies and no love wanes

No love

Where no love no love wanes

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