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Cold December's winds were stilled (El Desembre Congelat) (Douglas Brooks-Davies)
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Title: Cold December's Winds Were Stilled (El Desembre Congelat)
Composer: Douglas Brooks-Davies
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carols
Language: Catalan
Instruments: Organ
Published:
Description: Traditional Catalan Carol
External websites:
Original text and translations
English translation
- Cold December's winds were stilled
- In the month of snowing.
- As the world fell dark one night,
- Springtime's Hope was growing;
- Then one rose-tree blossomed new,
- One sweet Flower on it grew.
- On the tree once bare,
- Grew the Rose so fair,
- Ah, the Rose, ah, the Rose,
- Ah the Rose tree blooming,
- Sweet the air perfuming.
- When the darkness fell that night,
- Bringing sweet reposing,
- All the land was hid from sight,
- Sleep our eyes was closing.
- Suddenly, there came a gleam
- From the sky, the wondrous beam
- Of a heav'nly star,
- Giving light afar;
- Ah, the star, ah, the star,
- Ah, the star-beam glowing,
- Brightness ever growing.
- Now the month of May was here,
- Filled with God's own radiance;
- Now the purest Lily bloomed,
- Flow'r of sweeted fragrance.
- To the people far and near
- Came a breath of heav'nly cheer;
- O, the incense rare
- Of the Lily there!
- Ah, the scent, ah, the scent
- Of the Lily blooming,
- All the air perfuming!
Catalan text
- El desembre congelat,
- Confús es retira.
- Abril de flors coronat,
- Tot el mon admira,
- Quan en un jardí d'amor
- Neix una divina flor.
- D'una ro ro ro,
- D'una sa sa sa,
- D'una ro, d'una sa,
- D'una rosa bella,
- Fecunda i poncella.
- El primer Pare causà
- La nit tenebrosa
- Que a tot el món ofuscà
- La vista penosa
- Més en una mitja nit
- Brilla el sol que n'és eixit
- D'una be be be,
- D'una lla lla lla,
- D'una be, d'una lla,
- D'una bella aurora
- Que el cel enamora.
- El mes de maig ha florit,
- Sense ser encara,
- Un lliri blanc i polit
- De fragància rara,
- Que per tot el món se sent,
- De Llevant fins a Ponent,
- Tota sa sa sa
- Tota dol dol dol,
- Tota sa, tota dol,
- Tota sa dolçura
- I olor, amb ventura.


