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High on the windy cliff,
High on the windy cliff  
Between the sea and the sky,
Between the sea and the sky
The memorial cross is set.
The memorial cross is set.
“They died that we might live”
'They died that we might live,'
wince at the solemn claim
I wince at the solemn claim
The living to soon forget.
The living to soon forget.
O, pitiful lettered names
O pitiful lettered names
That did all this resign,
That did all this resign,
Light, and the white gull’s flight  
Light, and the white gull’s flight  
between the sky and the sea!
Between the sky and the sea!
All this that now is mine,
All this that now is mine,
Sunshine warm on my skin
Sunshine warm on my skin,
And the blood warm in my veins.
And the blood warm in my veins.
Who am I that I should win
Who am I that I should win

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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-08-11).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 73 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: War Memorial
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alice V. Stuart (1899-1983)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2004

Description: #3 from Three Stuart Songs

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Original text and translations

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High on the windy cliff
Between the sea and the sky
The memorial cross is set.
'They died that we might live,'
I wince at the solemn claim
The living to soon forget.
O pitiful lettered names
That did all this resign,
Light, and the white gull’s flight
Between the sky and the sea!
All this that now is mine,
Sunshine warm on my skin,
And the blood warm in my veins.
Who am I that I should win
From your forfeiture in strife
This ecstasy, this life!