Shenandoah

Oh, Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away,
'cross the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I love your daughter,
Away, you rolling river.
For her I'd cross,
Your roaming waters,
Away, I'm bound away,
'Cross the wide Missouri.
'Tis seven years,
since last I've seen you,
And hear your rolling river.
'Tis seven years,
since last I've seen you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Away, we're bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.

Traditional American folk song of uncertain origin, dating at least to the early 19th century
On the occasion of the performance of "Mourning becomes Electra" of Eugene O'Neill at the National Theatre of Greece

Με αφορμή το έργο "Το πένθος ταιριάζει στην Ηλέκτρα" του Γιουτζήν Ο’Νηλ στο Εθνικό Θέατρο (εξαιρετικές ερμηνείες από την Καρυοφυλλιά Καραμπέτη και την Μαρία Πρωτόπαππα)

... και με τον Tom Waits ...