Peter Pears (tenor), Benjamin Britten (piano) - Winter Words, Op. 52 - The Little Old Table | Текст песни

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• Peter Pears (tenor), Benjamin Britten (piano)
• Winter Words, Op. 52 - The Little Old Table

Creak, little wood thing, creak,
When I touch you with elbow or knee;
That is the way you speak
Of one who gave you to me!
You, little table, she brought —
Brought me with her own hand,
As she looked at me with a thought
That I did not understand.

— Whoever owns it anon,
And hears it, will never know
What a history hangs upon
This creak from long ago.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)