Funeral Blues (From "Johnny") - Penelope Martin-Smith, Martin Souter, Бенджамин Бриттен

O the valley in the summer where I and my John

Beside the deep river would walk on and on

While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above

Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love

And I leaned on his shoulder;

'O Johnny, let’s play':

But he frowned like thunder and he went away

O that Friday near Christmas as I well recall

When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball

The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud

And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud;

'Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let’s dance till it’s day':

But he frowned like thunder and he went away

Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera

When music poured out of each wonderful star?

Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down

Over each silver and golden silk gown;

'O John I’m in heaven,' I whispered to say:

But he frowned like thunder and he went away

O but he was fair as a garden in flower

As slender and tall as the great Eiffel Tower

When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade

O his eyes and his smile they went straight to my heart;

'O marry me, Johnny, I’ll love and obey':

But he frowned like thunder and he went away

O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover

You’d the sun on one arm and the moon on the other

The sea it was blue and the grass it was green

Every star rattled a round tambourine;

Ten thousand miles deep in a pit there I lay:

But you frowned like thunder and you went away