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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Song of Easter''}} | {{Title|''Song of Easter''}} | ||
{{Composer|Kathryn Rose}} | {{Composer|Kathryn Rose}} | ||
{{Lyricist| | {{Lyricist|Marnanel Thurman}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Sacred|Anthems}} | {{Genre|Sacred|Anthems}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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- (Posted 2015-08-31) CPDL #36674:
- Editor: Kathryn Rose (submitted 2015-08-31). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 76 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Song of Easter
Composer: Kathryn Rose
Lyricist: Marnanel Thurman
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2015
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
When I was young I feared my growing old,
lest, growing old, I should want youth again,
or lest the growing old should cause me pain;
I knew the worth of silver less than gold.
I tried to hold the sun and not the moon.
I asked the clock to stop-- it paid no heed!
Time blew away like dandelion seed,
as sure as day, the evening came too soon.
This road I cannot tread the other way.
The ages passed, and age has come to me.
Yet still asleep I dream, awake I see,
as sure as day brings night, the night brings day,
youth, sun and dandelion seed, and why?
They cannot have new life unless they die.