Écouter By Footpath and Stile, Op. 2: Where the Picnic Was par Iain Burnside, Roderick Williams & Sacconi Quartet

By Footpath and Stile, Op. 2: Where the Picnic Was

Iain Burnside, Roderick Williams & Sacconi Quartet

Musique classique

Essayer Apple Music Classical

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

Roderick Williams

Roderick Williams

Baryton

Sacconi Quartet

Sacconi Quartet

Quatuor à cordes

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Gerald Finzi

Composition

Thomas Hardy

Paroles

Thomas Theise

Traduction

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

Andrew Walton

Production

George Vicat Cole

George Vicat Cole

Illustration

Mike Clements

Ingénierie

Paroles

Where we made the fire

In the summer time

Of branch and briar

On the hill to the sea

I slowly climb through winter mire

And scan and trace

The forsaken place

Quite readily

Now a cold wind blows

And the grass is grey

But the spot still shows

As a burnt circle

Hay and stick-ends charred

Still strew the sward

Whereon I stand

Last relic of the band

Who came that day

Yes, I am here

Just as last year

And the sea breathes brine

From its strange straight line

Up hither

The same as when we four came

But two have wandered far

From this grassy rise

Into urban roar

Where no picnics are

And one

Has shut her eyes

For evermore

Written by: Gerald Finzi, Thomas Hardy

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