Sea Pictures Op. 37 : V. The Swimmer(A. Lindsay Gordon) (2004 Remastered Version)-Janet Baker/London Symphony Orchestra/John Barbirolli

[ti:Sea Pictures Op. 37 : V. The Swimmer(A. Lindsay Gordon) (2004 Remastered Version)] [ar:Janet Baker/London Symphony Orchestra/Sir John Barbirolli] [al:Great Recordigns of the Century - Elgar: Cello Concerto, Sea Pictures, Cockaigne Overture] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.39]Sea Pictures Op. 37 : V. The Swimmer(A. Lindsay Gordon) (2004 Remastered Version) - Janet Baker/London Symphony Orchestra/Sir John Barbirolli [00:03.01]Composed by：Edward Elgar [00:03.68]Produced by：Ronald Kinloch Anderson [00:05.01] [00:24.42]With short sharp violent lights made vivid [00:29.31] [00:30.01]To southward far as the sight can roam [00:35.38] [00:36.13]Only the swirl of the surges livid [00:40.61]The seas that climb and the surfs that comb [00:44.94]Only the crag and the cliff to nor'ward [00:49.50]The rocks receding and reefs flung forward [00:54.11]Waifs wreck'd seaward and wasted shoreward [00:59.80]On shallows sheeted with flaming foam [01:07.56] [01:16.34]A grim gray coast and a seaboard ghastly [01:20.96]And shores trod seldom by feet of men [01:25.84] [01:26.74]Where the batter'd hull and the broken mast lie [01:30.74]They have lain embedded these long years ten [01:40.11] [01:41.02]Love love when we wandered here together [01:51.78]Hand in hand [01:54.11]Hand in hand through the sparkling weather [02:01.20] [02:01.96]From the heights and hollows of fern and heather [02:13.73] [02:18.05]God surely loved us a little then [02:30.48] [02:34.06]The skies were fairer the shores were firmer [02:42.09]The blue sea over the bright sand roll'd [02:48.69] [02:49.88]Babble and prattle and ripple and murmur [02:58.22] [02:59.00]Sheen of silver and glamour of gold [03:08.83] [03:09.92]Sheen of silver and glamour of gold [03:22.39] [03:32.48]So girt with tempest and wing'd with thunder [03:38.39] [03:38.97]And clad with lightning and shod with sleet [03:44.12] [03:44.81]And strong winds treading the swift waves under [03:49.72]The flying rollers with frothy feet [03:54.08]One gleam like a bloodshot sword-blade swims on [03:58.83]The sky line staining the green gulf crimson [04:03.94]A death-stroke fiercely dealt by a dim sun [04:08.51] [04:09.12]That strikes through his stormy winding sheet [04:18.80] [04:21.38]O brave white horses you gather and gallop [04:26.23]The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains [04:30.26] [04:30.86]O brave white horses you gather and gallop [04:35.56]The storm sprite loosens the gusty rains [04:41.35] [04:42.64]Now the stoutest ship were the frailest shallop [04:46.93]In your hollow backs on your high-arched manes [04:52.35]I would ride as never man has ridden [04:57.73]In your sleepy swirling surges hidden [05:04.89] [05:07.70]I would ride as never man has ridden [05:14.73] [05:15.73]To gulfs foreshadow'd through strifes forbidden [05:21.05]Where no light wearies and no love wanes [05:27.80] [05:29.41]No love [05:31.75]Where no love no love wanes