Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Wells Cathedral Choir
Wells Cathedral Choir
Chœur
Matthew Owens
Matthew Owens
Direction d’orchestre
David Bednall
David Bednall
Orgue
Christopher Sheldrake
Christopher Sheldrake
Basse
Iain Milne
Iain Milne
Ténor
Laurence Whitehead
Laurence Whitehead
Direction de chœur
Léonie Maxwell
Léonie Maxwell
Soprano
Simon Clulow
Simon Clulow
Contre‑ténor
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kenneth Leighton
Kenneth Leighton
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Arild Rosenkrantz
Arild Rosenkrantz
Illustration
Julian Millard
Julian Millard
Ingénierie
Mark Brown
Mark Brown
Production
Simon Perry
Simon Perry
Production déléguée

Paroles

Bright babe, whose awful beauties make
The morn incur a sweet mistake;
O thou born king of loves!
For whom the officious heavens devise
To disinherit the sun’s rise,
O thou born king of lights!
Delicately to displace
The day, and plant it fairer in thy face;
O thou born king of joys!
Look up, sweet babe, look up, and see
For love of thee
Thus far from home
The East is come
To seek herself in thy sweet eyes.
We, who strangely went astray,
Lost in a bright
Meridian night,
A darkness made of too much day,
Beckoned from far
By thy fair star,
Lo, at last have found our way.
Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall:
Angels adore him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine?
Written by: Kenneth Leighton
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