"Up-Hill" by Christina Rossetti - Read by Eva Green | Текст песни

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• "Up-Hill" by Christina Rossetti
• Read by Eva Green

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s 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.

Shell 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 the door.

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