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Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry ("Happy") Christmas......

to all my readers, hither and yon! Here are a few Christmas poems to brighten up your holiday festivities. The first is anonymous, used as the text for a beatiful choral arrangement by British composer, Bob Chilcott. The second was written by John Rutter, another famed British composer who also paired these words with music of his own creation. I plan on putting up some more Christmas-related posts throughout this liturgical season....which is actually just getting kicked-off tomorrow! Stay tuned! ;-)



The Shepherd's Carol

We stood on the hills, Lady,
Our days work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
That winter had won.

The evening was calm, Lady,
The air so still,
Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.

There was a star, Lady,
Shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.

Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady,
It seemed to us then
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.

And so we have come, Lady,
Our days done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves,
We give to your son.


We stood on the hills, Lady,

Our day’s work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
That winter had won.
The evening was calm, Lady,

The air so still,
Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.
There was a star, Lady,

Shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady,

It seemed to us then
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,

Our day’s work done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves,
We give to your son.
We stood on the hills, Lady,

Our day’s work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
That winter had won.
The evening was calm, Lady,

The air so still,
Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.
There was a star, Lady,

Shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady,

It seemed to us then
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,

Our day’s work done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves

The Wild Wood Carol

Sing o the wild wood, the green holly
The silent river and barren tree
The humble creatures that no man sees
Sing O the wild wood

A weary journey one winter's night
No hope of shelter, no rest in sight
Who was the creature that bore Mary?
A simple donkey

And when they came into Bethl'hem town
They found a stable to lay them down
For their companions that Christmas night
An ox and an ass

And then an angel came down to earth
To bear the news of the Saviour's birth
The first to marvel were shepherds poor
And sheep with their lambs

Sing o the Wild Wood, the green holly
The silent river and barren tree
The humble creatures that no man sees
Sing O the wild wood


"They found a stable to lay them down...."


2 comments:

  1. Pearl of Tyburn,
    I had never heard the Wild Wood Carol before, but that's beautiful! Sing O the Wild Wood! All creation sing His praise!

    That melody, though (I looked up the song on Youtube), I'm almost sure I've heard before. Though from where, I can't recall at the moment. That's going to bug me all morning : )

    Thank you for posting these! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and a wassail to you, and to all your loved ones too! Pax,
    -Ian K.

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  2. Hi, Ian,

    I first heard "The Wild Wood Carol" this year on a radio station that was running a marathon of choral Christmas music. I thought it was so pretty, I copied it on a hand-held recorder so I could learn to sing it myself.

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours as well! Wassail, ineed! ;-)

    God Bless,
    Pearl of Tyburn

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