Somervell: Maud

Maud (A cycle of songs) (Auszug)
I hate the dreadful hollow
A voice by the cedar tree
She came to the village church
O let the solid ground
Birds in the high hall garden
Maud has a garden
Go not, happy day
I have led her home
Come into the geraden, Maud
The fault was mine
Dead, long dead
O that’ twere possible
My life has crept so long
A shropshire lad
Loveliest of trees
When I was one-and-twenty
There pass the careless people
In summertime on Bredon
The street sounds to the soldier’s tread
On the idle hill of summer
White in the moon the long road lies
Think no more, lad, laugh, be jolly
Into my heart an air that kills
The lads in their hundreds

Wilson-Johnson, David

Reference: 0055089CDH
Barcode: 0034571150895
Length: 0:59:02
Label: Hyperion