|
|
A thousand leagues may sunder a mother and her son (Abbot, Pilgrims)
|
|
|
But first may I ask you what is that strange noise? (Ferryman)
|
|
|
Clear as the sky without a cloud (Madwoman)
|
|
|
Curlew River, smoothly flowing... (Traveller, Abbot, Pilgrims)
|
|
|
Ferryman, tell me, when did it happen? (Madwoman)
|
|
|
Good souls, we have shown you... (Abbot)
|
|
|
Go your way in peace, mother (Spirit)
|
|
|
He whose life was full of promise (Abbot)
|
|
|
Hoping, I wandered on (Madwoman)
|
|
|
I am the ferryman (Ferryman)
|
|
|
I beg your pardon (Ferryman)
|
|
|
I come from the Westland (Traveller)
|
|
|
Ignorant man! You refuse a passage to me... (Madwoman)
|
|
|
Look! While you were listening to my story... (Ferryman)
|
|
|
Near the Black Mountains there I dwelt (Madwoman)
|
|
|
Te lucis ante terminum (Abbot, Monks)
|
|
|
The moon has risen (Abbot, Pilgrims)
|
|
|
Today is an important day (Ferryman)
|