Page 82 of 83 Please keep this site alive by contributing song listings and other information to the catalog. See the bottom of every catalog page for how. Jennifer Casey Cabot has recorded the entire cycle for demo purposes.
Song ends with brief legatissimo piano postlude with bird calls.
They tread old hills that barely mark how longing fills the weeping dark With urge of tides alone unseeing where waiting hides seedspring of being. The myriad feet I hear pass on once trod in Crete and Babylon and deep in grief, that wind's last say, reluctant, brief, cannot allay. You've never seen a monarch so anxious to get this royal pain of a crown off her head. So would you please try to understand why I look like something out of the Night of the Living Dead. Establishes A minor triad at start but then moves away from standard tonality.