My arrangement of the beautiful winter song “Snow,” originally composed by Loreena McKennitt! ~~Please LIKE and SUBSCRIBE if you enjoy this video!~~
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~~VIDEO INFO~~
Song: “Snow"
Performed by Jillian Aversa
Arranged by Jillian Aversa and Andrew Aversa (zircon)
Original Composer: Loreena McKennitt
Lyrics: Archibald Lampman (from his original poem, "Snow")
Thanks for checking out my tribute to the beautiful winter song "Snow"! This has been my favorite holiday piece ever since I first heard it on a Christmas Moods CD as a child. The combination of harp, Irish whistle, and voice is stunning in its simplicity, and the lyrics (from a poem by Archibald Lampman) are truly mesmerizing.
We expanded on Loreena's original piece with more background harmonies, but wanted to maintain the minimal essence of the piece as well.
This is my first "home grown" music video in that the entire thing was shot by my dear husband, Andrew Aversa ("zircon")! We traveled all the way to western Maryland in order to track down some actual snow for the shoot, and it was quite an adventure. Hope you enjoy! ^_^
~~CAST~~
Jillian Aversa
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Cinematographer: Andrew Aversa ("zircon")
Editor: Jillian Aversa
Costumes: Jillian Aversa
Makeup: Jillian Aversa
~~LYRICS~~
White are the far off plains,
And white the fading forest grow.
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still, the snow --
A gathering weight on roof and tree --
Falls down scarce audibly.
The meadows and far, sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound.
Like some soft minister of dreams,
The snowfall hoods me around.
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells,
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone --
Or from the empty space, I hear
A sound remote and clear.
The evening deepens and gray
Folds closer earth and sky.
The world seems shrouded,
So far away.
Its noises sleep, and I,
I secret as yon buried streams,
Plod dumbly on and dream.
I dream.
I dream.
I dream.
20 ноя 2017
