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Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; | |||
The mighty skies are palisades of light; | |||
The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows; | |||
Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night. | |||
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | |||
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. | |||
The summer—no sweeter was ever: | |||
The sunshiny woods all athrill; | |||
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | The grayling aleap in the river, | ||
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. | The bighorn asleep on the hill. | ||
The strong life that never knows harness; | |||
The summer—no sweeter was ever: | The wilds where the caribou call; | ||
The sunshiny woods all athrill; | The freshness, the freedom, the fairness-- … | ||
The grayling aleap in the river, | |||
The bighorn asleep on the hill. | I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | ||
The strong life that never knows harness; | Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. | ||
The wilds where the caribou call; | |||
The freshness, the freedom, the fairness-- … | The winter! The brightness that blinds you, | ||
The white land locked tight as a drum, | |||
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | The cold fear that follows and finds you, | ||
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. | The silence that bludgeons you dumb. | ||
The snows that are older than history, | |||
The winter! The brightness that blinds you, | The woods where the weird shadows slant; | ||
The white land locked tight as a drum, | The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, … | ||
The cold fear that follows and finds you, | |||
The silence that bludgeons you dumb. | I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | ||
The snows that are older than history, | Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods.}} | ||
The woods where the weird shadows slant; | |||
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, … | |||
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; | |||
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. | |||
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- (Posted 2015-12-16) CPDL #37896: Sibelius
- Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2015-12-16). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 144 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Length: 4:40
General Information
Title: Yukon
Composer: Peter Bird
Lyricist: Robert Servicecreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Christmas (secular)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 2015
Description: Selected lines from early Yukon poems of Robert W. Service were arranged by the composer. Length: 4:40.
External websites: http://peterbird.name/choral/
Original text and translations
English text
Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows;
The mighty skies are palisades of light;
The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows;
Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night.
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods;
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods.
The summer—no sweeter was ever:
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the fairness-- …
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods;
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods.
The winter! The brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, …
I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods;
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods.