Top Songs By Eric Whitacre Singers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Whitacre Singers
Conductor
Grace Davidson
Soprano
Katy Hill
Soprano
Eloise Irving
Vocals
Lucy Goddard
Vocals
Anne Jones
Vocals
Ruth Gibbins
Vocals
Chris Tortise
Vocals
Benedict Hymas
Vocals
Jonathan Bungard
Vocals
Rueben Thomas
Vocals
Peter Foggitt
Vocals
Ashley Riches
Vocals
Stephen Kennedy
Baritone
Amelia Berridge
Vocals
Rachel Spencer
Vocals
Louise Wayman
Vocals
Marie Macklin
Vocals
Charlotte Brosnan
Vocals
Hanna Berridge
Vocals
Gillian Plummer
Vocals
Francesca Mastaglio
Vocals
Lucy Cox
Vocals
Bethan Moore
Vocals
Ruth McElvanney
Vocals
Felicity Buckland
Vocals
Sarah Maxted
Vocals
Tori Longdon
Vocals
Christopher Hann
Vocals
Felix Leach
Vocals
Christopher Palmer
Vocals
Michael Bradley
Vocals
David Bond
Vocals
David Le Prevost
Vocals
Robert Garland
Vocals
Jonathan Bell
Vocals
Dominic Barberi
Vocals
Sandy Walker
Vocals
David Hurley
Vocals
Timothy Wayne-Wright
Vocals
Paul Phoenix
Vocals
Philip Lawson
Vocals
Christopher Gabbitas
Vocals
Stephen Connolly
Vocals
Eric Whitacre
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Whitacre
Composer
Cyril Rootham
Composer
William Butler Yeats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raphael Mouterde
Producer
Andrew Mellor
Recording Engineer
Craig Kyle Jenkins
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
William Butler Yeats, 1865-1939
Writer(s): Eric E. Whitacre
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