Mary Oliver
Music
"Beethoven's 6th Symphony is packed with rustic sounds, simple folk tunes, lots of repetition, and a feeling of calm beauty" -Favourite Classical Composers.com
Swift as the silver fish,
Canoe of birch bark
Thy might waterways
Carry me forth
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boo ooo oo oom
There where the blue lake lies,
I'll set my wigwam
Close to the water's edge,
Silent and still
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boo ooo oo oom
Lyrics:
Land of the silver birch,
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boo ooo oo oom
My heart is sick for you,
Here in the lowlands,
I will return to you,
Hills of the north
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boom, diddi, boom, boom
Boo ooo oo oom
"Beethoven was the first to express, alongside the images of nature and smiling peasants, the mixture of feelings people have when they go to the countryside"
-Favourite Classical Composers.com
Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony
Land of the Silver Birch
Lyrics:
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
This Land is Your Land
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry,
I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
Green fields
Where I walked when I was a young man
In these green fields
Where I plowed when I was a farmer
In these green fields
Where I fought when I was a soldier
In these green fields
Coat of arms and a man with flowers
Pink and smooth against the snow
Top floor of the building
Rent is cheap and the stove’s included
A chimney black and bricks of brown
Sternly standing in the fog
Monday noon but could be
Tuesday Fields will never know the difference
Now I’m dreaming about Normandy
Now I’m remembering the fields I knew
Green fields
Where I walked when I was a young man
In these green fields
Where I plowed when I was a farmer
In these green fields
Where I fought when I was a soldier
In these green fields
Peering through the dusty slats at anything I care to see
Six floors up and all is well, as well expected as can be
The man with flowers straightens up
The little room that he calls home
Pots and pans hang on the wall
And wait to be abused by him
Now I’m dreaming about bombs and blood
Now I’m remembering the things I did
Green fields Where I walked when I was a young man
In these green fields
Where I plowed when I was a farmer
In these green fields
Where I fought when I was a soldier
In these green fields
Green the windows far away
A mile or two I’d dare to guess
A banker or insurance man
Would know the meaning of this outrage
Beds of asphalt, sheets of clay
And all the things that go with wisdom
Coat of arms and the man with flowers
Plays his bagpipes in the dark
Now I’m dreaming of St. Christopher
Now I’m remembering a summer morning
Green fields
Where I walked when I was a young man
In these green fields
Where I plowed when I was a farmer
In these green fields
Where I fought when I was a soldier
In these green fields