The most haunting Christmas carol Benjamin Britten ever set to music: O lift your little pinkie, and touch the winter sky. Loves all over the mountains where the beautiful go to die. If Time were the wicked sheriff, in a horse opera, Id pay for riding lessons and take his gun away. O lift . . . If I were a Valentine, and Fortune were abroad, Id hypnotise that iceberg till she kissed me of her own accord. O lift . . . If Id stacked up the velvet and my crooked rib were dead, Id 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 . . . https://youtube/watch?v=fs5eFm2-0mE
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 10:41:43 +0000
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