Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Awake Awake /The Split Ash Tree/ May Carol /Southover, artist - Shirley Collins. Album song Lodestar, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Awake Awake /The Split Ash Tree/ May Carol /Southover |
Awake, awake sweet England |
Sweet England now awake |
And to you prayers obediently |
And do your souls partake |
For our Lord our God is calling |
All in the skies so clear |
So repent, repent sweet England |
For dreadful days draw near |
Let us pray |
And to the living Lord |
Let us play |
It’s woe unto the women |
Who with childhood go |
Likewise their silly nurses |
As they gave suckle sow |
For there’s never any man so stout |
Nor man nor woman goes gay |
But death will rot your bones |
And your flesh will melt away |
Let us pray |
And to the living Lour |
Let us pray |
Today you may be here dear man |
With many a thousand pounds |
Tomorrow you’ll be dead and gone |
And buried underground |
Oh with one stone at your head dear man |
Another at your feet |
Your good deeds and your bad deeds |
Will all together meet |
Let us pray |
And to the living Lord |
Let us pray |
God bless the master of this house |
And send him long to reign |
Likewise his loving mistress |
Kind to maintain |
But we’ll shake all care and sorrow |
Put on our best array |
For wish you all good morrow |
God send us a joyful may |
Let us pray |
And it’s to the living Lord |
Let us pray |
We have been a’wondering all this night |
And the better part of the day |
And 'er return back home again |
We’ll bring you back a branch of May |
A branch of May we do bring you |
And at your door we stand |
It is but a sprig but it’s well butted out |
By the work of God’s own hand |
The hedges and the fields are growing so green |
As green as grass can be |
Our heavenly father watereth them |
With his heavenly dew so sweet |
Arise, arise you pretty fair maids |
And take our |
For if it is gone before tomorrow morn |
You would say we have brought you none |
I’ve got a little purse in my back pocket |
Tied up with a silken string |
And all that it lacks is a few small pence |
But I line it well within |
Our song is done we must be gone |
No longer can we stay |
God bless you all both great and small |
And we wish you a joyful May |