Song on the verses of the famous Russian poet Alexander Blok
Lyrics
A yong girl sang in the church' s choir
Of all the tired in distand parts,
Of all the ships that faced oceans dire,
Of all who' ve forgotten joy in their hearts.
Her voice rang out and soared to the dome,
A sundeam shone on her shoulder white,
And each one looked and harked in the gloom
How the white robe sang in the ray of light.
And to all it seemed that joy soon would come,
That the ships were all in a quiet bay,
That the tired people in their new home
Had found for themselves a brighter day.
And her voice was sweet, and the light was fine,
And only at heaven' s gates forlorn,
Aware of the secret - an infant whined
That none of those travellers ever return.
