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.