The Ballad of the Harp Weaver - Rosen, Barbara

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"Selected verses from "The Ballad of the Harp Weaver" by Edna St. Vincent Millay"

◈ Genre → Art songs

♯ Key A minor

⁄ Time Signature 2/2

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Elementary

↕ Range G2 – E5

¶ Language → English

Measures 76

Texture mixed texture

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 7

CPDL # 56470

Editor John Hetland

Posted 2020-01-01

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

D4 – E5

A3 – C#5

C3 – G4

G2 – C4

¶Lyrics / Text

Men say the winter was bad that year Fuel was scarce and food was dear. A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break And a harp with a woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake In the deep night I felt my mother rise And stare down upon me with love in her eyes I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair A light falling on her from I couldn't tell where Looking nineteen and not a day older And the harp with a woman's head leaned against her shoulder. Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings Were weave, weave, weaving wonderful things. Many bright threads from where I couldn't see Were running through the harp strings rapidly. She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke; her voice never faltered and the thread never broke. And when I awoke, there sat my mother With the harp against her shoulder looking nineteen and not a day older. A smile about her lips and a light about her head And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead And piled up beside her, toppling to the skies Were the clothes of a king's son just my size.