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गाने

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
English Northern Philharmonia
English Northern Philharmonia
Orchestra
Leeds Festival Chorus
Leeds Festival Chorus
Choir
David Lloyd-Jones
David Lloyd-Jones
Conductor
Chorus Of Opera North
Chorus Of Opera North
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Nashe
Thomas Nashe
Songwriter
Constant Lambert
Constant Lambert
Composer

गाने

Autumn hath all the Summer’s fruitful treasure;
Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon’s pleasure;
Short days, sharp days, long nights, come on apace.
Ah! who shall hide us from the Winter’s face?
Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease,
And here we lie, God knows with little ease.
From Winter, Plague, and Pestilence, good Lord deliver us.
London doth mourn, Lambeth is quite forlorn,
Trades cry, Woe worth, that ever they were born;
The want of term is town and city’s harm,
Close chambers do we want to keep us warm.
Long banished must we live from our friends:
This low-built house will bring us to our ends.
From Winter, Plague, and Pestilence good Lord deliver us.
Written by: Constant Lambert, Thomas Nashe

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