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The fatal hour comes on apace, Z. 421
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Helen Charlston
Helen Charlston
Mezzosopran
Sounds Baroque
Sounds Baroque
Ensemble
William Carter
William Carter
Theorbe
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Henry Purcell
Henry Purcell
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Antoni Grzymała
Antoni Grzymała
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Robert Suff
Robert Suff
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Fabian Frank
Fabian Frank
Mastering-Ingenieur:in, 3D-Audio

Songteksten

The fatal hour comes on apace
The fatal hour comes on apace,
Which I had rather die than see,
For when fate calls you from this place,
You go to certain misery.
The thought does stab me to the heart,
And gives me pangs no word can speak,
It wracks me in each vital part,
Sure when you go, my heart will break.
Since I for you so much endure,
May I not hope you will believe,
’Tis you alone these wounds can cure,
Which are the fountains of my grief.
Anon.
Written by: Henry Purcell
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