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{{Descr|Back in August, after a snow day, my son asked “why don’t you write a piece about snow?”. So here it is! | |||
The text, by American poet Sara Teasdale evokes light, flight, and a certain whimsical longing, which I’ve attempted to capture in a setting that has a light texture, and frequent subtle harmonic shifts. | The text, by American poet Sara Teasdale evokes light, flight, and a certain whimsical longing, which I’ve attempted to capture in a setting that has a light texture, and frequent subtle harmonic shifts. | ||
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'''External websites:''' http://winikoffmusic.wordpress.com | '''External websites:''' http://winikoffmusic.wordpress.com | ||
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- Editor: Michael Winikoff (submitted 2016-10-01). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 187 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Snow Song
Composer: Michael Winikoff
Lyricist: Sara Teasdale
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Unknown
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2016
Description: Back in August, after a snow day, my son asked “why don’t you write a piece about snow?”. So here it is!
The text, by American poet Sara Teasdale evokes light, flight, and a certain whimsical longing, which I’ve attempted to capture in a setting that has a light texture, and frequent subtle harmonic shifts.
External websites: http://winikoffmusic.wordpress.com
Original text and translations
English text
Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
Like a wee, crystal star
I should drift, I should blow
Near, more near,
To my dear
Where he comes through the snow.
I should fly to my love
Like a flake in the storm,
I should die,
I should die,
On his lips that are warm.