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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.