Lyrics Britten: Matinées musicales, Op. 24 - 2. Nocturne - National Philharmonic Orchestra, Richard Bonynge, Бенджамин Бриттен

Britten: Matinées musicales, Op. 24 - 2. Nocturne

The splendour falls
On castle walls
And snowy summits old in story
The long light shakes
Across the lakes
And the wild cataract leaps in glory
Blow, bugle, blow
Set the wild echoes flying!
Bugle, blow
Answer, echoes, answer
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying
Oh hark, oh hear
How thin and clear
And thinner, clearer, farther going
Oh, sweet and far
From cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing
Blow, let us hear
The purple glens replying
Bugle, blow
Answer, echoes, answer
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying
Oh love, they die
In yon rich sky!
They faint on hill or field or river!
Our echoes roll
From soul to soul
And grow forever and forever!
Blow, bugle, blow
Set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying