Rorem: The Lordly Hudson

Driver, what stream is it? I asked, well knowing. It was our lordly Hudson, hardly Flowing. It is our lordly Hudson, Hardly flowing, he said, under the Green-grown cliffs. Be still, heart, no one needs your Passionate suffrage to select this Glory. This is our lordly Hudson, hardly Flowing under the green-grown Cliffs. Driver, has this a peer in Europe or the East? No, He said, home, Home. Be quiet, heart, this is our Lordly Hudson, And has no peer in Europe Or the East. This is our lordly Hudson, hardly Flowing under the Green-grown cliffs. And has no peer in Europe Or the East. Be quiet, Heart. Home, Home.