Winter - Corelis, Jon

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"This is my attempt to write lyrics in English which would fit the melody for one of the standard pieces in the medieval secular music repertory: stanzas by Konrad von Würzburg (13th cent.) set to my arrangement of a melody usually attributed also to him (though as was common in the period he may have adopted the melody from elsewhere). My translation of Konrad's Middle High German is necessarily rather free -- creating an English version which was literally accurate and idiomatic English and fit the music was simply beyond me, so I settled for attempting the last two -- but I think it's close enough to be called a translation. This is a "song-book" type score just meant to give the words and melody (which is all that the original texts give) with optional accompaniment left to the performers. Synth flute used in this sound file to simulate voice. I've written it with male tenor voice in mind, though it's usually sung by countertenor."

◈ Genre → Partsongs

♯ Tonart D minor

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → T

◆ Difficulty

Anfänger

↕ Tonumfang c' – B-4

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 54

Textur Monophon

Stimmen 1

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 2

CPDL Nr. 24372

Bearbeiter Jon Corelis

Veröffentlicht 2011-09-06

Lizenz Personal

♫Tonumfänge

MusicXML Part

c' – B-4

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'''Winter''' ''translated from the Middle High German by Jon Corelis'' Winter withers all the meadow’s flowers, and the frozen hours paint the woodlands pale: as the snowfalls thicken, lindens cast their stricken branches stark against the season’s whiteness. Yet I mourn this barrenness less sadly than I grieve how badly Shame and Honor fail: Honor’s stream runs shallow, Virtue’s field lies fallow, no heart seeks to cull the rose of rightness. The spring restores the leaves and petals to the flowers on the thorn-hedge, but the man whom wickedness has taken and who has forsaken Honor’s holy pledge walks a path of sorrows, nor can face tomorrow’s gleaming dawn secure in manhood’s brightness.