Peter Pears (tenor), Benjamin Britten (piano) - Winter Words, Op. 52 - At the Railway Station, Upway (or The Convict and Boy with the Violin) | Текст песни

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• Peter Pears (tenor), Benjamin Britten (piano)
• Winter Words, Op. 52 - At the Railway Station, Upway (or The Convict and Boy with the Violin)

“There is not much that I can do,
For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!”
Spoke up the pitying child —
A little boy with a violin
At the station before the train came in.
“But I can play my fiddle to you,
And a nice one ’tis, and good in tone!”
The man in the handcuffs smiled;
The constable looked, and he smiled, too,
As the fiddle began to twang;
And the man in the handcuffs suddenly sang
With grimful glee:
“This life so free
Is the thing for me!”

And the constable smiled, and said no word,
As if unconscious of what he heard;
And so they went on till the train came in —
The convict, and boy with the violin.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

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