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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2024-05-09}} {{CPDLno|80597}} [[Media:GRALEY_Away.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:GRALEY_Away.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | *{{PostedDate|2024-05-09}} {{CPDLno|80597}} [[Media:GRALEY_Away.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:GRALEY_Away.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | ||
{{Editor|David Anderson|2024-05-09}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|337}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|David Anderson|2024-05-09}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|337}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
Away to the woods, away; | |||
All nature is smiling, | |||
Our young hearts beguiling, | |||
Oh we will be happy today. | |||
Our flag to the breezes fling, | |||
And as it waves o’er us, | |||
We’ll join in the chorus, | |||
Till woodland and valley shall ring. | |||
Oh, this is our festal day, | |||
Sweet flowerets are springing, | |||
Sweet songsters are singing, | |||
And we will be happy and gay.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-05-09). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 337 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Away to the woods
Composer: Alfred Arthur Graley
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1874 Taintor Brothers
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Away to the woods, away;
All nature is smiling,
Our young hearts beguiling,
Oh we will be happy today.
Our flag to the breezes fling,
And as it waves o’er us,
We’ll join in the chorus,
Till woodland and valley shall ring.
Oh, this is our festal day,
Sweet flowerets are springing,
Sweet songsters are singing,
And we will be happy and gay.