Elgar Death on the hills, Op. 72

Op. 72, published in 1914 Why o er the dark ning hillslopes Do dusky shadows creep Because the wind blows keenly there, Or rainstorms lash and leap No wind blows chill upon them, Nor are they lash d by rain: Tis Death who rides across the hills With all his shadowy train. The old bring up the cortege, In front the young folk ride, And on Death s saddle in a row The babes sit side by side. The young folk lift their voices, The old folk plead with Death: O let us take the villageroad, Or by the brook draw breath. There let the old drink water, There let the young folk play, And let the little children Run and pluck the blossoms Performers : Kammerchor I Vocalisti