Song: “Christ keep the Hollow Land”
Christ keep the Hollow Land
Through the sweet springtide,
When the apple-blossoms bless
The lowly bent hill side.
Christ keep the Hollow Land
All the summer-tide;
Still we cannot understand
Where the waters glide:
Only dimly seeing them
Coldly slipping through
Many green-lipped cavern mouths
Where the hills are blue.
Through the sweet springtide,
When the apple-blossoms bless
The lowly bent hill side.
Christ keep the Hollow Land
All the summer-tide;
Still we cannot understand
Where the waters glide:
Only dimly seeing them
Coldly slipping through
Many green-lipped cavern mouths
Where the hills are blue.
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