Yukon (Peter Bird)

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  • (Posted 2015-12-16)  CPDL #37896:         
Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2015-12-16).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 144 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Length: 4:40. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Yukon
Composer: Peter Bird
Lyricist: Robert Servicecreate page

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularChristmas (secular)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First 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

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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;
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.