A song (without and with accompaniment)

Set by Matthew King (b. 1967), "A song (without and with accompaniment)", 2006 [ soprano, mezzo-soprano soli, chorus, and orchestra ], from The Season of Singing, no. 4  [sung text checked 1 time]

Note: this setting is made up of several separate texts.


Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing
To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.

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So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the Damned would make no noise,
But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber,
Melting melodious words to Lutes of Amber.

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Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised [feet]1 of a mother who smiles as she sings.
  
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
  
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.2

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1 Warren: "foot"
2 Warren here repeats the firt line.

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]