Thursday, April 2, 2020

I am Dreaming of the Mountains

I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt 'neath southern skies
Where the summer never dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my home

I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the charming music of the Rhyl
There is nothing to compare
With the love that once was there
In that lonely little homestead on the hill

I can see the quiet churchyard down below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
And when God my soul will keep
It is there I want to sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago.


Additional verse added here:

I am dreaming of the mountains of my youth.
Yet I long for Christ my spirit soon to soothe:
There in Heav'n His face I'll see
And from sin I'll be set free—
There in Heaven on God's holy Mount of Truth!


As performed by Simon Khorolskiy



And a performance by the famous Welsh tenor, Bryn Terfel



And the Russian translated by Zarina Kozlov—

Часто снятся мне те горы, где мой дом,
Где я в детстве с каждым был знаком холмом.
Жил под южным небом я  
В лета вечного краях,
Только сердце в тех горах и в доме том

Вижу сердцем милый домик на холме,
И мелодия реки звучит во мне
Не сравнится ничего
с нежностью, теплом его
Того маленького дома на холме

В тихий двор церковный веет ветер с гор...
Когда душу призовет к Себе мой Бог
Я б хотел покой найти ,
Где родные старики
Кто любил меня еще с тех давних пор.





Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Spring Again




Other Russian versions of this song can be found here:

——— English versification ———

See the days again pass; friends now gather near,
Spreading words of kindness, cheerfully with love.
Day by day is fleeting, passing year by year
All things soon will end —  and we'll meet Him up Above!
    Chorus—
    Then the Spring will come back ever renewed,
    Gathered there together at Jesus' feet,
    Years of pain and trouble will not be viewed,
    And no suff'ring shall we meet.


Count the days of joy here; what days left remain?
Count the days of sorrow, mourning time and tears.
We know not their number; life for Christ is gain.
Fight each day for Christ then for Christ shall soon appear!
    Chorus—

In this world is evil, but be kind and good;
Bring to those around you love and joy and grace;
This will blossom round us beauty as it should—
They will then go tell of the joy upon your face!
    Chorus—