The Torch (Elgar) - Lyrics

Lyrics

THE TORCH

Come, O my love !

Come, fly to me ;

All my soul

Cries out for thee :

Haste to thy home,-

I long for thee,

Faint for thee,

Worship thee

Only, - but Come !

Dark is the wood,-

The track's ever lonely and gray ;

But joyous the blaze

That welcomes and shows thee the way.

Come, O my love !

Come, fly to me :

All my soul

Cries out for thee !

Haste to thy rest,-

I long for thee,

Sigh for thee,

Faint for thee;

Come to my breast.

Cold is the stream,-

The ford is a danger to thee :

My heart is aflame,

As the beacon that lights thee to me.

Come, O my love !

Come, fly to me !

All my soul

Cries out for thee :

Haste to thy home,-

I long for thee,

Faint for thee,

Worship thee

Only,- but Come !

Pietro d’Alba.

From a Folk-Song (Eastern Europe)