Elgar - Death on the hills, Op. 72

Op. 72, published in 1914 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.“ Performers : Kammerchor I Vocalisti