Helen Mirren - Christina Rossetti - Up-Hill | Текст песни

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• Helen Mirren
• Christina Rossetti - Up-Hill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the days journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

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