Vernon Handley & Robert Tear - Elgar: The Torch (Folksong: Eastern Europe) op. 60 no. 1 | Текст песни

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• Elgar: The Torch (Folksong: Eastern Europe) op. 60 no. 1

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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!

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