Vaughan Williams: Songs of Travel: VIII. Bright is the Ring of Words

Bright is the ring of words when the right man rings them

Fair the fall of songs when the singer sings them

Still they are carolled and sung, on wings they are carried

After the singer is dead and the maker buried

Lo! as the singer lies in the field of heather

Songs of his fashion bring the swains together

And when the west is red with sunset embers

The lover lingers and sings and the maid remembers