Pamela Dellal, mezzo soprano


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Motet Translations

Benjamin Britten: " A Shepherd's Carol"

text: W.H. Auden

O lift your little pinkie,
and touch the winter sky.
Love's all over the mountains
where the beautiful go to die.

If Time were the wicked sheriff,
in a horse opera,
I'd pay for riding lessons
and take his gun away.
O lift . . .

If I were a Valentine,
and Fortune were abroad,
I'd hypnotise that iceberg
till she kissed me of her own accord.
O lift . . .

If I'd stacked up the velvet
and my crooked rib were dead,
I'd be breeding white canaries
and eating crackers in bed.
O lift . . .

But my cuffs are soiled and fraying.
The kitchen clock is slow,
and over the Blue Waters
the grass grew long ago.
O lift . . .