paroles de chanson Stanford: Songs of the Sea, Op. 91: No. 1, Drake's Drum - Charles Villiers Stanford feat. Norman Del Mar, Benjamin Luxon, Bournemouth Symphony Chorus & Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra

Drake is in his hammock
And a thousand mile away
Captain, but thou sleeping there below
Sprung atween the round-shot
In Hombre Dios Bay
And dreaming all the time of Plymouth's foe

Yonder looms the island, yonder lie the ships
With sailor lads a-dancing heel and toe
And the shore lights flashing and the night tide dashing
He sees it all so plainly
As he saw it long ago

Drake, he was a Devon man
And ruled the Devon seas
Captain, but thou sleeping there below
Roaming though his death-fell
He went with heart at ease
And dreaming all the time of Plymouth's foe

Take my drum to England, hang it by the shore
Strike it when your powder's running low
If the dawn sighs Devon, I'll bid the Lord of Heaven
And drum them up the channel
As we drummed them long ago

Drake is in his hammock
'Til the great armada's come
Captain, but thou sleeping there below
Sprung atween the round-shot
Listening for the drum
And dreaming all the time of Plymouth's foe

Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Somme
Call him when he sails'mid the foam
Let him all chains flying and the old flags flying
They shall find him fair and raking
As they found him long ago

As they found him long ago
Long ago