The Snow

 The Snow 

O snow, which sinks so light,
Brown earth is hid from sight
O soul, be thou as white as snow,
O snow, which falls so slow,
Dear earth quite warm below;
O heart, so keep thy glow
Beneath the snow.

O snow, in thy soft grave
Sad flow'rs the winter brave;
O heart, so sooth and save, as does the snow.
The snow must melt, must go,
Fast, fast as water flow.
Not thus, my soul, O sow
Thy gifts to fade like snow.

O snow, thou'rt white no more,
Thy sparkling too, is o'er;
O soul, be as before,
Was bright the snow.
Then as the snow all pure,
O heart be, but endure;
Through all the years full sure,
Not as the snow.

(Edward Elgar)

 

We sang this song at our holiday concert last week.

It is by far my favorite.

It's soft.  It's whimsical. It's powerful. It's emotional. It's intense. It's beautiful.

It's the snow.

Happy snow in Colorado.

xo

Hannah

PS: This choir does a lovely job singing it. Enjoy.