Spring Sorrow - Rupert Brooke/John Ireland

All suddenly the wind comes soft,
And Spring is here again;
And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green,
And my heart with buds of pain.
My heart all Winter lay so numb,
The earth so dead and frore,
That I never thought the Spring would come,
Or my heart wake anymore.
But Winter's broken and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds
And my heart puts forth its pain.

[@heathermclean20]

Lovely 🥰

[@gracejohnson8127]

playing and singing those poly-rhythms at the same time is so hard!!! you're amazing!!!!!

[@AngelaTrupianoDavid]

Much appreciated! 🙏💙

[@jeidsad3925]

An angel coming down to share with us the beauty of singing! THANKS 🙌

[@AngelaTrupianoDavid]

Thanks for your kind words Jeid!

[@wmusics5843]

Very good video. Love it. Best wishes for a wonderful day.

[@AngelaTrupianoDavid]

thank you! so glad you enjoyed it, same to you!

[@Dileesa]

Beautiful ♥️♥️♥️

[@AngelaTrupianoDavid]

🙏💙😌