Maud's dream (Oliver Barton)

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Editor: Oliver Barton (submitted 2004-02-10).   Score information: A4, 12 pages, 370 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: chorus part and piano score available separately

General Information

Title: Maud's Dream
Composer: Oliver Barton

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2001

Description: Auntie Maud comes to stay at Christmas to the dismay of the family. This piece tells us of her dream when she was a little girl. The grown-ups all laughed at her and that is why she is the curmudgeonly bitter woman she is today.

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Original text and translations

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Christmas day is sad for me,
it really isn't fair:
Every year is misery and no one seems to care.
There is this secret dream I've got
that would make Christmas fun,
Perhaps the trouble is I've not told any one,

Perhaps it would come true,
Perhaps if I told you.
I don't want pajamas or slippers,
or a scarf in a gift-wrapped box.
I don't want dollies or sweeties or lollies,
I don't want bath-salts or socks,
I just want my dream, oh why can't they see
That I want to be the fairy
sitting on top of the Christmas tree.

I want to be a fairy.
Every thing else is secondary.
I just want to be the fairy
sitting on top of the Christmas tree.
If I sat on the Christmas tree, ev'ryone would stare:
They'd say, "Whose that? How did you get up there?"
I'd say, "I Flew", and it could be true,
Because I would have wings - I bet you wish you did too,
and magic wands, magic wands and things,
But you can't, I fear, I fear, because it's my idea.

I'll play with the tinsel and baubles,
I don't think I'm afraid of heights:
If they're cold my hands'll get heat from the candles,
I'll shine in the lights. I just want my dream!
Oh I want to be me. Oh, I want to be me!
And I want to be the fairy sitting on top of the Christmas tree.
I want to be the fairy,
Blissfully solitary,
I just want to be
The fairy sitting on top of the Christmas tree.

They say it's not a fairy on top of the tree-top as a rule:
They say I should be wary of sounding like a fool:
They say I'm confused and it's an angel sitting there,
Proclaiming the good news with a halo in his hair.
But this is my song, And I say that they are wrong.
I'll watch them all play Happy Families
while fighting like dogs and cats.
And then the poor slackers
will pull at their crackers,
read mottoes and wear silly hats.

I'll watch them eat too much turkey, and feel sick, and wonder why.
I'll watch them get frisky on beer, wine and whisky
then snore as the day passes by,
But I'll have my dream,
I'll be quite fancy free,
Oh I want to be the fairy sitting on top of the Christmas tree.

I want to be the fairy,
Even if it's temporary.
Oh I want to be the fairy
sitting on top of the tree.

If I can't be the fairy,
Then I'm going home.
I'll sit in the garden,
And be a gnome.

Lyrics: Oliver Barton , 2001.