paroles de chanson Songs of Travel: Whither Must I Wander? - Ralph Vaughan Williams
Home
no
more
home
to
me
Whither
Must
I
wander
Hunger
the
driver
I
go
where
i
must
Cold
blows
the
wind
Over
hill
and
heather
Thick
drives
the
rain
and
my
roof
is
in
the
dust
Loved
of
the
wise
man
was
the
shade
of
my
roof
tree
The
tall
word
of
welcome
was
spoken
in
the
door
Dear
days
of
old
with
faces
in
the
firelight
Kind
folks
of
olde
Who
come
again
no
more
Home
was
home
then
my
dear
Full
of
kindly
faces
Home
was
home
then
my
dear
Happy
for
the
child
Fire
and
the
windows
bright
Glitters
on
the
mooreland
Song
tuneful
song
Built
a
palace
in
the
wild
Now
when
the
day
dawns
On
the
brow
of
the
mooreland
Lone
stand
the
house
And
the
chimney
stone
is
cold
Lone
let
it
stand
The
friends
have
all
departed
The
kind
hearts
the
true
hearts
That
loved
the
place
of
old
Spring
shall
come
again
come
again
Calling
up
the
moorefowl
Spring
shall
bring
the
sun
and
rain
Bring
the
bees
and
flowers
Red
shall
the
heather
bloom
Over
hill
and
valley
Soft
flows
the
stream
Through
the
even
flowing
hours
Fair
shines
the
day
As
it
shone
on
my
childhood
Fair
shines
the
day
on
the
house
with
open
door
Birds
come
and
cry
there
But
I
go
Forever
And
come
again
no
more
Album
The English Song Series, Volume 14: Songs of Travel / The House of Life / Four Poems by Fredegond Shove
date de sortie
01-10-2005
1 The House of Life - Love's Last Gift
2 The House of Life - Death In Love
3 The House of Life - Heart's Haven
4 The House of Life - Love's Minstrels
5 The House of Life - Silent Noon
6 The House of Life - Love - Sight
7 Songs of Travel - In Dreams
8 Songs of Travel - Let Beauty awake
9 Songs of Travel - The Roadside Fire
10 Songs of Travel - Youth and Love
11 Songs of Travel - The infinite shining heavens
12 Songs of Travel: Whither Must I Wander?
13 Songs of Travel - I have trod the upward and the downward slope
14 Four Poems by Fredegond Shove: Motion and Stillness
15 Four Poems by Fredegond Shove: Four Nights
16 Four Poems by Fredegond Shove: The New Ghost
17 Four Poems by Fredegond Shove: The Water Mill
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