Ellis Peters - George Felse 08 - The House Of Green Turf (19 page)

Text of Maggie Tressider’s English Singing Version of
‘
W
HERE
T
HE
S
PLENDID
T
RUMPETS
B
LOW
’

‘Wo die schönen Trompeten blasen,’ from
Des Knaben Wunderhorn
: set by Mahler.

Who’s that without there, who knocks at my door.

Imploring so softly, so softly: Sleep no more
!?

Your love, your own true love is here,

Rise up and let me in, my dear
!

And must I longer wait and mourn
?

I see the red of dawn return.

The red of dawn, two stars so bright.

O that I were with my delight,

With mine own heart’s beloved
!

The maiden arose and let him in.

Most welcome home, my more than kin,

Most welcome home, my own true love,

So long you’ve watched and waited.

She offered him her snow-white hand,

Far off there sang a nightingale.

The maid began to weep and wail.

O do not weep, love, do not pine,

Within the year you shall be mine.

Ere long you shall be one with me

As never bride on earth shall be,

No, none but you on earth, love
!

Across the heath to war I fare.

The great green heath so broad and bare.

For there, where the splendid trumpets blare and thunder,

There is my house, my house the green turf under.

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[v2 by MollyKate September 2002]

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[July 22, 2007]