TESTO DEL LIED"The chapel on the hill"
di Winifred M. Letts (1882-1936)
The chapel of my childhood
Is on the green hill-side,
And in the long grass up the hill
The graves of them that's died.
My mother often took me
When I was young and small;
I'd kneel upon her skirts and count
The Stations on the wall.
Each evening in the Maytime
The rosary we'd say:
You'd hear beyant the chapel wall
The corncrakes in the hay.
The flowers round the altar,
They made the air smell sweet,
And cool the chapel floor would be
To little childher's feet.
It's scarce a day was passing
But there I'd be a while:
I mind the way the boys' bare feet
Went patting up the aisle.
The girls would come from lessons
And kneel to say a prayer.
You'd see the noonday sunshine caught
In Mary Connor's hair.