Edward Elgar - Death on the Hills - ноты, текст песни (слова)

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."