oread farewell

The time has come to say farewell;

And though my heart be heavy,

I promise still to remember ye

E'en though we say, "Farewell."

The flow'rs that bloom'd in Summer's sun 

Have lost their fleeting glory

And all but died in Winter's chill;

and we must say, "Farewell."

So brief a time has come and gone 

Since first we sang together;

But bittersweet is that music now

that we must say, "Farewell."

Now we must part, and fare ye well

in all that ye endeavor!

And last, I pray--fondly think of me,

Whene'er you say, "Farewell."

Singers will be performing this in the Spring although I had the honor to start it with them in December.  The music is by Dan Forrest (Carol of Joy among others) and the poetry by Anthony Silvestri (who also wrote many of  Eric Whitacre's lyrics that are on BYU's CDs including Her Sacred Spirit Soars, and Leonardo Dreams of His Flying Machine).  I have said farewell so many times now.  This particular farewell is one of the more joyous ones I have ever experienced.  why? perhaps because I am going to be serving the Lord.  I can't wait.