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Christopher Lee Fraley

Wind of the Western Sea

F.142b

Voicing SA, Piano Duration 2′30″ Level 2 (Easy–Intermediate)

A gentle SA and piano setting of Tennyson's lullaby “Sweet and Low”–a mother singing to her child while watching for her husband’s ship. Rocking piano triplets evoke the waves, and a closing two-voice texture layers comfort with longing.

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Program Notes

Tennyson’s “Sweet and Low” is a mother’s lullaby—she sings to her child while watching the sea, waiting for her husband’s ship to return. The piano’s constant rocking triplets evoke the waves she watches, while the vocal lines remain simple and song-like, as a lullaby should be.

The poem’s two stanzas follow the same arc, and so the music is modified strophic—the second stanza mirrors the first, with an extended coda. At each climax (“Over the rolling waters go” and “Silver sails all out of the west”), chromatic harmonies briefly color the texture before settling back. In the coda, the Alto repeats “Sleep, my little one” as a gentle ostinato while the Soprano continues the narrative above—two layers of a mother’s voice, one comforting her child, the other longing for her husband’s return.

Also based on a Tennyson poem: Break, Break, Break (F. 170) for SATB and Piano.

Performance Notes

Comfortable ranges, brief chromatic passages at two parallel climaxes, and a predominantly homophonic texture place Wind of the Western Sea at Level 2 (Easy). The extended closing diminuendo and gentle mixed meter (two measures of 5/4 and 3/4) offer opportunities for musical growth in developing ensembles.

The Text

Sweet and Low

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
     Wind of the Western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
     Wind of the Western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
     Blow him again to me:
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
     Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
     Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
     Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.

—Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)