Elgar: The Torch (Folksong: Eastern Europe) op. 60 no. 1
1909, first performed 1912, orchestrated 1912
Come, O my love! Come, fly to me; All my soul Cries out for thee: Haste to thy home, I long for thee, Faint for thee, Worship thee Only, - but Come!
Dark is the wood, The track's ever lonely and gray: But joyous the blaze That welcomes and shows thee the way.
Come, O my love! Come, fly to me; All my soul Cries out for thee: Haste to thy rest, I long for thee, Sigh for thee, Faint for thee; Come to my breast.
Cold is the stream, The ford is a danger to thee: My heart is a flame, As the beacon that lights thee to me.
Come, O my love! Come, fly to me; All my soul Cries out for thee: Haste to thy home, I long for thee, Faint for thee, Worship thee Only, - but Come!