Christopher Tin, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, Voces8 and Barnaby Smith - There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound
And frogs in the pools singing at night
And wild plum trees in tremulous white
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire
Not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone
(The sunrise wakes the lark to sing
Between the March and April line
One solitary bird salutes the night
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree)

Written by:
Christopher Chiyan Tin, Sara Teasdale

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Lyrics © CARL FISCHER, LLC

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