时间：1959-12-31
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Britten: Peter Grimes, Op. 33 - Act 2: Glitter Of Waves & Glitter Of Sunlight - Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, Benjamin Britten, Peter Pears
Lyrics by：Montagu Slater/George Crabbe
Composed by：Benjamin Britten
Glitter of waves
And glitter of sunlight
Bid us rejoice
And lift our hearts on high
Man alone
Has a soul to save
And goes to church
To worship on a Sunday
Shall we not go to church this Sunday
But do our knitting by the sea
I'll do the work you talk
Now that the daylight fills the sky
Nothing to tell me
Nothing to say
We lift our hearts to God on high
Then shall I tell you what your life was like
See if I'm right
That he in all we do or say
I think you liked your workhouse with its grave empty look
Would keep us free from harm to-day
Perhaps you weren't
So unhappy in your loneliness
May he restrain our tongues from strife
When first I started teaching
And shield from anger's din our life
The life at school to me seemed bleak and empty
And guard with watchful care our eyes
But soon I found a way of knowing children
From earth's absorbing vanities
Found the woes of little people
Hurt more but are more simple
So we when this day's work is done
John you may have heard the story
Of the prentice Peter had before
And shades of night return once more
But when you came I said
Now this is where we make a new start
Amen
Every day I pray it may be so
Wherefore I pray and beseech you
As many as are here present to accompany me with
A pure heart and humble voice saying after me Almighty
Almighty and most merciful Father
We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep
There's a tear in your coat
Was that done before you came
Badly torn
That was done recently
Take your hand away
Your neck is it
John what
Are you trying to hide
O Lord open Thou our lips
And our mouth shall shew forth thy praise
O God make speed to save us
O Lord make haste to help us
A bruise
Well it's begun
Glory be to the Father and to the Son
And to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning is now
Child you're not too young to know
Where roots of sorrow are
Innocent you've learned how near
Life is to torture
Praise ye the Lord
The Lord's name be praised
