The Crescent and the Cross (Joseph G. Stephens): Difference between revisions
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That mark our place; and in the sky | That mark our place; and in the sky | ||
The larks, still bravely singing fly | The larks, still bravely singing fly | ||
Scarce heard amid the guns below. | Scarce heard amid the guns below. | ||
We are the dead, Short days ago | We are the dead, Short days ago | ||
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow | We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow | ||
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders Fields. | Loved, and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders Fields. | ||
Take up our quarrel with the foe: | Take up our quarrel with the foe: | ||
To you from failing hands we throw | To you from failing hands we throw | ||
The torch; be yours to hold it high. | The torch; be yours to hold it high. | ||
If ye break faith with us who die, | If ye break faith with us who die, | ||
We shall not sleep though poppies grow | We shall not sleep though poppies grow | ||
We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields. | We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields. | ||
John McCrae (1872-1918) | John McCrae (1872-1918) | ||
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CPDL #10480: Scorch
- Editor: Joseph G. Stephens (added 2005-12-22). Score information: Letter Copyright: Stephens Music 2005
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General Information
Title: The Crescent and the Cross
Composer: Joseph G. Stephens
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Oratorios
Language: English
Instruments: SATB Chorus, Strings, piano, offstage percussion: 4 concert bass drums, 2 field drums, glockenspiel, chimes, timpani
Published: 2005
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Original text and translations
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead, Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved, and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep though poppies grow We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields.
John McCrae (1872-1918)