Текст песни Gilded By The Sun

Albion, how fine your trees stand gilded by the Sun Across the land and in your fields the tree-lined waters run But in your heart what light is there, what grows and comes to flower? Does mind grow cold, do weakened hands let slip their ancient power? Albion, how fine your trees stand gilded by the Sun Albion, I see you now, once noble, high and fair Your greatness gone, your wealth dispersed, as empty as the air What wasting sickness struck so at the flesh beneath the skin Took might and honour at a stroke, and witherеd from within? Albion, how fine your trees stand gilded by the Sun Albion, a sapling tall, but onе that dies, not grows! The greater tree you left to fall, but now your own sap slows! The winter comes to all that lives, the Ice that slays the root If Spring will ever shine again, will you still bear a shoot? Albion, how fine your trees stand gilded by the Sun Albion, if worth remain, if aught is left to show The smallest leaf, the slightest bud from ancient bark to grow The gain is worth the sacrifice, the battle worth the slain But will your spirit yet endure the healing stroke of pain? Albion, how fine your trees stand gilded by the Sun