HE DEEPS have music soft and low Where winds awake the airy spry,

It lures me, lures me on to go

And see the land where corals lie.

The land where corals lie.

By mount and mead, by lawn and rill,

Where night is deep and moon is high,

That music seeks and finds me still,

And tells me where the corals lie,

And tells me where the corals lie.

Yes, press my eyelids close, ’tis well;

Yes, press my eyelids close, ’tis well;

But for the rapid fancies fly

To rolling worlds of wave and shell,

And all the lands where corals lie.

Thy lips are like a sunset glow,

Thy smile is like a morning sky,

Yet leave me, leave me, let me go

And see the land where corals lie,

The land, the land where corals lie.

words by Richard Garnett

music by Edward Elgar, from his “Sea Pictures” suite (1899)

Listen to Christine Logan, accompanied by Prue Gibbs, singing this: