Young and Old for Mixed Voices

a little experiment in alternative harmonization (this time with the correct audiofile!!) of a rather simple and straight forward melodic motif. The addition of the descant recorder is a nice touch that solidifies the basic style of the work as it propels the entire piece toward conclusion. The text is a public domain poem by Charles Kingsley (d.1875) Young and Old When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among: God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.