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Lyrics
Will he come to us out of the west With hair all blowing free ? Will he come, the last and best Over the flowing sea Prophet of days to be ? Aye, he will come; the unseen choir Attend his steps with song And on his breast a deep toned lyre And on his lips a word like fire To burn the ancient wrong Bay crowned and goodlier than a king; With voice both strong and sweet The song of freedom will he sing And I from out of the crowd shall fling My rose-wreath at his feet
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Credits
- Writers
- Hubert Parry
- Julian Sturgis