«My young love said to me, “My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.”
And she stepped away from me and this she did say
“It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.”
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
The people were saying, no two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day...»
Arianna Savall | Peiwoh
(℗ 2009 Alia Vox)
Word on Fire
Franz Joseph Haydn (1732~1809) 《The Creation》oratorio, Hob. XXI:2 (1798) - English version, Vienna 1800 - (Part 1, Scene 4 - The Fourth Day) 14.
Lyrics: By yon bonnie banks an' by yon bonnie braes Whaur the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Whaur me an' my true love will ne-er meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.
Beautiful Atlanta Snow, December 8, 2017
O voce divina. Un student la Facultatea de Teologie Cluj. Chris Harvey shared this in honor of the observance of the Epiphany.