Henry Purcell King Arthur: Cold Song

Salzburg Festpiele, Harnoncourt, Bonney, Rey. GENIUS: What Power art thou, who from below, Hast made me Rise, unwillingly, and slow, From Beds of Everlasting Snow See st thou not how stiff, and wondrous old, Far unfit to bear the bitter Cold, I can scarcely move, or draw my Breath; Let me, let me, Freeze again to Death.