Songtexte Winter Words Op. 52: 1. At Day-close in November - Benjamin Britten , Ian Bostridge , Antonio Pappano

The ten hours' light is abating
And the late bird wings across
Where the pines like waltzers waiting, waiting
Give their black heads a toss
Peach leaves that yellow the noontime
Float past like specks, like specks in the eye
I set every tree in my June-time
And now they obscure the sky
And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been a time
When no trees, no tall trees grew here
That none will in time be seen