Huub de Lange - 4 Tennyson Elegies I should not feel it to be strange - текст песни (слова)

If one should bring me this report, 
 That thou hadst touch'd the land to-day, 
 And I went down unto the quay, 
 And found thee lying in the port; 
 
 And standing, muffled round with woe, 
 Should see thy passengers in rank 
 Come stepping lightly down the plank, 
 And beckoning unto those they know;
  
 And if along with these should come 
 The man I held as half-divine; 
 Should strike a sudden hand in mine, 
 And ask a thousand things of home; 
 
 And I should tell him all my pain, 
 And how my life had droop'd of late, 
 And he should sorrow o'er my state 
 And marvel what possess'd my brain; 
 
 And I perceived no touch of change, 
 No hint of death in all his frame, 
 But found him all in all the same, 
 I should not feel it to be strange.