Video Precursors de Alan Rawsthorne 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan Rawsthorne - Precursors Lyrics

O that the rain would come — the rain in big battalions —
Or thunder flush the hedge a more clairvoyant green
Or wind walk in and whip us and strip us or booming
Harvest moon transmute this muted scene

But all is flat, matt, mute, unlivened, unexpectant
And none but insects dare to sing or pirouette;
That Man is a dancer is an anachronism —
Who has forgotten his steps or hardly learnt them yet

Yet one or two we have known who had the gusto
Of wind or water-spout, and one or two
Who carry an emerald lamp behind their faces
And— during thunder-storms — thе light comes shining through