Death on the hills (Edward Elgar)
- Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2014-06-30). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 154 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
Why o'er the dark'ning hill-slopes
Do dusky shadows creep?
Because the wind blows keenly there,
Or rainstorms lash and leap?
No wind blows chill upon them,
Nor are they lash'd by rain:
'Tis Death who rides across the hills
With all his shadowy train.
The old bring up the cortege,
In front the young folk ride,
And on Death's saddle in a row
The babes sit side by side.
The young folk lift their voices,
The old folk plead with Death:
"O let us take the village-road,
Or by the brook draw breath.
There let the old drink water,
There let the young folk play,
And let the little children
Run and pluck the blossoms gay."