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Frost in the Fall
Staff Notation • Secular, Madrigals
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Frost in the Fall by Peter Bird — Lyrics
1. A Linestorm Song
THE linestorm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoofprints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
The birds have less to say for themselves*
In the woodworld's torn despair*
Than now these numberless years the elves,*
Although they are no less there:*
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.
There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dryshod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast:
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About Frost in the Fall
Picture a wild, windswept landscape in autumn, where a storm is brewing. This evocative secular piece captures that raw, elemental atmosphere with its English text. Scored for SSAATTBB, it allows for rich, dynamic choral writing, painting a sonic picture of the elements and the yearning for companionship amidst nature's grandeur. The composer uses the setting to express a desire for connection, inviting a loved one to share the experience of the storm. It is well-suited for a choir looking for a challenging and atmospheric addition to their programme, exploring the dramatic interplay of text and music in a contemporary madrigal style.
