Dame Janet Baker, London Symphony Orchestra, Sir John Barbirolli - Sea Pictures, Op. 37: No. 4, Where Corals Lie

The deeps have music soft and low When winds awake the airy spry, It lures me, lures me on to go And see the land where corals lie. The land, the land, where corals lie. By mount and mead, by lawn and rill, When 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 far the rapid fancies fly To rolling worlds of wave and shell, And all the land 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