Til Time and Times Are Done |SATB Chorus, Flute|5m

  • Til Time and Times Are Done
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  • Ron Kean
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Notes from the publisher

 

Respected conductor and composer Ron Kean based his melody on a traditional Irish jig called ''Drops of Brandy.'' The lyrics are by W. B. Yeats and describe a whimsical daydream that becomes a lesson in values as life reaches its end.

 

The music is rich and artistically crafted, bringing the dance of the jig into the song of dreams. Tuned harmonic whirlies and a handdrum add tastefully to the piano accompaniment.

 

For high school and college.

(The poem is originally titled:)

The Song of Wandering Aengus

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

 

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

 

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Pavane Publishing #P1355

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