One track - Bird, Peter

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"This poem and this song are (metaphorically) about one of the great questions: Do we have free will? Or, are we always guided by those who went before? And what is our influence on those who come after? The setting is a snow-filled, bowl-shaped clearing in a quiet winter wood, and the diction is an open imitation of Robert Frost."

◈ Genre → Christmas (secular)

♯ Key E- major

⁄ Time Signature 4/2

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate

↕ Range E-2 – D6

♩ Tempo larghetto (60)

◷ Duration ~4 min 16 sec

¶ Language → English

Measures 65

Texture mixed texture

Parts 6

Instruments Piano

Pages 12

CPDL # 53237

Editor Peter Bird

Posted 2019-02-10

License Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike

♫Pitch Ranges

SOPRANO

C4 – A-5

ALTO

A-3 – E-5

TENOR

E-3 – G4

BASS

A-2 – D4

Piano

E-2 – F4

¶Lyrics / Text

Across this forest bowl of soft new snow I’ll ski one track and then be gone For I have just this day, and miles to go. Perhaps the line I choose is not my own, But set by woodland buffalo And native hunters silent on their trail; Or milk-cows filing to a barn. No matter. Down I go. Tomorrow it may be A highway for the hare, a bar To foraging field-mouse tunnels; in the thaw A line of broken straw and mud Where Bluets’ bloom is late, or slow; Perhaps in June the Queen Annes lace will show A stripe, to make a traveler wonder.