Gustav Holst - O swallow, swallow - ноты, текст песни (слова)

O swallow, swallow, flying, flying South,
 Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
 And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee.
 O tell her, swallow, that thou knowest each,
 That bright, and fierce, and fickle is the South,
 And dark, and true, and tender is the North.
 O tell her, brief is life, but love is long.
 And brief the sun of summer in the North,
 And brief the noon of beauty in the South.
 O swallow, flying from the golden woods,
 Fly to her, and woo her, and make her mine,
 And tell her, tell her that I follow thee.