크레딧
실연 아티스트
Emma Johnson
클라리넷
존 레네한
피아노
Gloucester Cathedral Choir
실연자
Adrian Partington
실연자
Recorder Consort
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Robert Browning
작가
조나단 도브
작곡가
가사
Once more he stepped into the street
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane
And ere he blew three notes
There was a rustling, that seem'd like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and
hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes
clattering,
Little hands clapping, and little tongues
chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is
scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
The wonderful music with shouting and
laughter.
He leads us to a joyous land,
Joining the town and just at hand,
Where waters gush and fruit-trees grow,
And flowers make a fairer show
And everything is strange and new
The sparrows are brighter than peacocks here,
And their dogs outrun our fallow deer,
And honey-bees have lost their stings,
And horses are born with eagles' wings,
And everything is strange and new.
The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
Unable to move a step, or cry
To the children merrily skipping by
And could only follow with the eye
That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.
He leads us to a joyous land
But how the Mayor was on the rack,
And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,
As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its waters
Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from South to West,
And to Koppelburg Hill his steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed
Then, lo, as they reached the mountain's side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed
And the Piper advanced and the children
follow'd,
And when all were in to the very last,
The door in the mountain side shut fast.
Alas, alas for Hamelin!
The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South,
To offer the Piper, by word of mouth,
Wherever it was men's lot to find him,
Silver and gold to his heart's content,
If he'd only return the way he went,
And bring the children behind him.
But when they saw twas a lost endeavour,
And Piper and dancers were gone for ever,
They wrote the story on a column,
And on the Great Church Window painted
The same, to make the world acquainted
How their children were stolen away
And there it stands to this very day.
Written by: Jonathan Dove
