Monday, July 03, 2006

This summer's night I'm enjoying Roderick Williams (accompanied by Iain Burnside) sing Vaughan Williams' Songs of Travel, a very fine and inexpensive CD, especially on Itunes. Amazon has it, also.

I'm moved once again by these beautiful words. If I die tonight, please have them sung at my funeral:

Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them.
Still they are carolled and said --
On wings they are carried --
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried.

Low as the singer lies
In the field of heather,
Songs of his fashion bring
The swains together.
And when the west is red
With the sunset embers,
The lover lingers and sings
And the maid remembers.


Charles said...

You should come to juries this summer..that's one of the songs I'm doing along with The Infinite Shining Heavens

Chris R. said...

If you die tonight choir will suck big time this fall. No dying.