Чарльз Хьюберт Гастингс Парри - Whence - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Will he come to us out of the west  
With hair all blowing free ? 
Will he come, the last and best,  
Over the flowing sea, 
Prophet of days to be ? 
 

 Aye, he will come; the unseen choir  
Attend his steps with song, 
And on his breast a deep toned lyre, 
And on his lips a word like fire 
To burn the ancient wrong. 
 

 Bay crowned and goodlier than a king; 
With voice both strong and sweet 
The song of freedom will he sing 
And I from out of the crowd shall fling 
My rose-wreath at his feet. 
 

 Lyrics: Julian Sturgis - (1848 - 1904), "Whence"