Текст песни Koanga: Closing Scene - Royal Philharmonic Orchestra , Frederick Delius , Sir Thomas Beecham

Alas, alas, Uncle Joab
You made us weep
By telling us so sad a tale
Alas, alas, how shall I ever sleep?
Still I seem to hear
That long dying wail
Alas, alas
Yes, now once more
Those fields and farm
His race with wounds adorning
For all lost lovers
Let us truly pray
This soft May morning
This soft May morning