The plow horse (Maggie Furtak)

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Editor: Maggie Furtak (submitted 2014-10-04).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 1.63 MB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The Plow Horse
Composer: Maggie Furtak
Lyricist: Maggie Furtak

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: SA

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 2014

Description: For SA women's choir, or a nice duet, with piano. I kept the range to the middle of the voice for both parts to accommodate younger singers who are still learning to control their head voice. The rhythms may look a little tricky to beginning sight readers, but are actually pretty intuitive. Intervals are easy and tuneful as well, with some unison sections, some call and response and a little two-part section at the end once the main theme is firmly established in the singer's mind. If you try this piece and have any feedback for me, particularly about anything that seemed needlessly difficult, please let me know. Enjoy!

External websites: http://youtu.be/lBQHW7fdieg

Original text and translations

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The green corn follows the red plow,
steered by the man who follows the horse,
the green corn follows the red plow that follows the horse,

the man thinks it's he who plants the corn,
but his horse knows better,
the green corn follows the red plow that follows the horse,

'twas the horse who taught the farmer how to plow,
patiently walking in straight lines,
the green corn follows the red plow that follows the horse,

and now the old horse walks steady and proud,
the great feet pulling the earth around toward the sun,
until he has measured another day,
and in the eve the man sings him to sleep,
while he brushes him down,
it's always the same song,
the green corn follows the red plow that follows the horse.