I Bless You Forests, Pilgrim's Song, Op. 47 - Oscar Natzka

I Bless You Forests, Pilgrim's Song, Op. 47 Lyrics

Poem: Leo Tolstoy; Music: Pyotr Tchaikovsky
My blessings fall on this fair world,
On mountain, valley, forest, ocean;
The clarion winds in ceaseless motion
And heaven's blue banner high unfurled.
And bless the staff that hither bore me,
The alms that helped me on my way,
The boundless plain that lies before me
The glowing morn, the evening grey.
The very path by which I wander
Shows glorious, golden, bathed in light.
No blade of grass that glistens yonder
But seems a star in heaven's height.
O might I in my exaltation

To all the world this joy impart
Would that I might clasp the whole creation,
Lovers or strangers, foes or brothers,
Would that I might clasp the whole creation,
In fervent rapture to my heart.
Lyrics Submitted by Barbara Clark