My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a purple sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of [silk and down]1; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love, is come to me.
Beautifully sung / also listen to the version on YT by Glasgow Youth Choir where it is a live performance and get the full interlinkng of the harmonies
I've now encountered this song in two separate places; tomorrow I will be singing it under the direction of the composer, Bob Chlclott... along with two other works of his. Can anybody tell me where the delightful image comes from? Is it ancient or modern? Yours, George
+Carla Salazar ... thank you .. I have a vast print of "Leda and the Swan " ... by that Scientist Leonardo da Vinci ... who was taught Maths by Luca Pacioli, who invented Double Entry Bookkeeping .. they shared digs in Venice... and the posy in the child's hand reappears here .. 500 years later .. the artist in 2012 had clearly seen "Leda" sometime .. app.box.com/s/k3egba0jckgguz32fkuw
+Carla Salazar It's a testament to female and maternal sexual psychopathy .. I provided the initial imagery, and a Professional Artist friend of mine realised it .. it hangs on my wall in my study ...
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.
This is the best performance of this wonderful piece on UA-cam. Beautiful vocal tone, perfect tempo.
Thanks so much! I have to do this for a concert so this helped a lot!
Thank you ;)
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a purple sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of [silk and down]1;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love, is come to me.
*that paddles in a halcyon sea (and not purple sea)
Man shut up
Beautifully sung / also listen to the version on YT by Glasgow Youth Choir where it is a live performance and get the full interlinkng of the harmonies
we are singing this just now :)
Beautiful !
the lyrics are by christina rosetti the poet it was actually a poem before called "a birthday"
I've now encountered this song in two separate places; tomorrow I will be singing it under the direction of the composer, Bob Chlclott... along with two other works of his.
Can anybody tell me where the delightful image comes from? Is it ancient or modern? Yours, George
it's a portion of the "madonna of the pomegranate" by Botticelli, one of the most famous painters of the Italian Renaissance. Yours, Carla.
+Carla Salazar ... thank you .. I have a vast print of "Leda and the Swan " ... by that Scientist Leonardo da Vinci ... who was taught Maths by Luca Pacioli, who invented Double Entry Bookkeeping .. they shared digs in Venice... and the posy in the child's hand reappears here .. 500 years later .. the artist in 2012 had clearly seen "Leda" sometime .. app.box.com/s/k3egba0jckgguz32fkuw
+George Gretton what the hell is that
+Carla Salazar It's a testament to female and maternal sexual psychopathy .. I provided the initial imagery, and a Professional Artist friend of mine realised it .. it hangs on my wall in my study ...
+George Gretton I have my doubts about your sanity but at least you are a very interesting person. You sound like a Poe....
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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