The Winding Road
Upon the fire,Logs are wamly glowing,Burning the past year away,No time for tears,No time for introspection,At this beautiful time of the year.
Day by dayWe grow slowly olderAnd live despite our fears.Who knows the way?It's in the eye of the beholder.At this beautiful time of the year.
Within the church,Choirs are softly singingHymns and carols anew.Can it be true,The promise of salvation?At this beautiful time of the year.
Up in the sky,Stars are brightly shining,Spurning the passing of time:A light divine?It shows the way we're travelling,At this beautiful time of the year.
- Thomas Hewitt Jones
Symphonic Variations on an Old French Nursery Song (1909)
Instances (2012) 2
String Quartet No.2 (2012): 2nd mvmt
Bernd Richard Deutsch
Funeral Song (1908)
Concierto Argentino (1941)