Letras

See the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered to the ground
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound:
Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the path of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
What though yet no losses grieve you
Gay with health and many a grace
Let not cloudless skies deceive you,
Summer gives to Autumn place.
On the tree of life eternal
Let our highest hopes be stayed.
This alone, forever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
Written by: Nico Muhly
Consigue hasta 2 meses gratis de Apple Music Classical
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out