|
7. The Future - Immence Ranges of High Mountains
|
|
| Credits |
| Lyric Credits: |
Diane Josephy Peavey (BMI) |
| Music Credits: |
David Alan Earnest (BMI) |
| Producer Credits: |
David Alan Earnest |
| Publisher Credits: |
David Alan Earnest (BMI) |
| Performance Credits: |
Caritas Chorale & Orchestra, Dick Brown conductor, Katherine Edison soprano, Rob Farnham baritone |
| Description |
Long Song Description:
The Boise premiere performance of the seventh movement of my chorus and orchestra piece "Immence Ranges of High Mountains". May 27, 2006, The 7 movement, 45 minute piece was commissioned by the Caritas Chorale of Sun Valley to commemorate the Lewis and
|
Story Behind the Song:
Score and Parts available from the composer.
|
| Metadata |
Song Length:
| 8:52 |
Primary Genre:
| Classical-Contemporary |
Secondary Genre:
| - |
| Lyrics |
SACAJEWEA
I am Sacajewea
traveler of great distances,
but my heart is here
under these skies.
Today I stand at this Pass
where our suffering began.
I look back on our struggle
And also ahead
I am frightened,
caught between these men
turned children
over their accomplishment
and the stirring of my heart
which cries out doom.
LEWIS & CLARK
What have we done?
We band of travelers,
We brothers of exploration,
In our courage,
our innocence
we are victorious,
We will be hailed like kings.
We have known wild lands,
uncharted waters.
But these places,
like us
are now forever changed.
SACAJEWEA
Now they ask for more,
for my baby.
If I give him up
whose tiny body will I strap to mine?
Whose hair brush from the eyes,
whose fears to hush,
whose tears to sing away?
I am lost to Charbonneau
and my baby to this Captain
with hair of fire.
My first born Pomp,
Pomp that you have become.
You are the future
For I have lost my choice
as I have lost my life,
my past, my family, my hope
Pomp only you can
help them understand
to save our people,
to save our land.
For we are at home
on these prairies,
In these "Immence ranges of high mountains."
We would live in peace.
But we are found and
my heart cries out
we are lost.
CHORUS
We are at home on these prairies
We would live in peace
Lost
Found.
Lost. |
|
|
