Cypress Tree - Lyrics - Danse Macabre

Dance of Death, also variously called Danse Macabre , Danza Macabra , Dansul MorÅ£ii , Danza de la Muerte , Dansa de la Mort , DanÃ§a Macabra , Totentanz , Dodendans , Surmatants , is an artistic genre of late-medieval allegory on the universality of death: no matter one's station in life, the Dance of Death unites all. The Danse Macabre consists of the dead or personified Death summoning representatives from all walks of life to dance along to the grave, typically with a pope, emperor, king, child, and labourer. They were produced to remind people of the fragility of their lives and how vain were the glories of earthly life. Its origins are postulated from illustrated sermon texts; the earliest recorded visual scheme was a now lost mural in the Saints Innocents Cemetery in Paris dating from 1424â25.

Long I've roamed lands which are not mine Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wine Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river Rhine Heard the Lorelei sing, a song divine My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree My spirit travelled The Highlands The North Sea taught me humbleness My mind got drunk by the beauty of France In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree No trace of Helen at the remains of Troy But her glorious beauty shining through On many a gracious peasant girl In picturesque villages far below Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain Portuguese valleys, English domain Skandinavia, Alexandria Passion for wandering, impossible to restrain My grave is easily found And there I shall gladly be Buried in the shadow Beneath my cypress tree When my time on earth is over And my journey has come to an end Remembering the white cliffs of Dover Or the breeze of our Lowlands Of our Lowlands