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"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

Green Fields

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