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carokill Posted messages 3 Status Member -  
 accartschfanny -
I'm looking for a song that my grandmother used to sing a long time ago... Here are the lyrics, I don't know the title, if you could help me, I would be very happy. Thank you in advance:

There, beneath the shade of the thick trees, rises a dull noise, a confused murmur. The flame lights up with red reflections, dark figures, dark preparations.
It's a whole swarm of wandering bohemians, with eyes full of sparks, with flowing hair, originating from Egypt, a distant shore, bronzed by the ardor of the African sun and around the glowing hearth, the men are gathered, the women are setting the dinner table and pouring wine into black clay pots. Songs and ballads circulate in a circle, they sing of Spain and its fertile soil. Laughter carries the merry dancers to the sound of guitars and tambourines. Alas, fatigue has just stopped them. The leaves cradle them with their light noise. A dream makes them find their homeland. They happily dream of their beautiful paradise. The mule's foot beats the earth with a loud noise...

C.

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    monq Posted messages 1 Status Member 15
     
    Hello!
    Perhaps you found this in the meantime... It's a song we're currently learning with our choir: it's a piece by Robert Schumann entitled The Gypsies. We are using a two-part score (sopranos and tenors on one side and altos and basses on the other). In some parts of the song, the two groups respond to each other: not all the text is common. If you are interested in that detail, it would be easier over email.

    The Gypsies

    Over there, beneath the shade of thick trees
    A dull sound rises, a confused murmur
    The flame illuminates red reflections
    Of dark figures, of strange preparations
    It's a whole swarm of wandering Bohemians
    With eyes full of lightning, with flowing hair
    From Egypt, a distant shore
    Tanned by the heat of the African sun

    Around the hearth Near the fire
    The men are gathered, The women, the women prepare the evening table
    And pour the wine into black clay pots
    Songs and ballads circulate in a circle
    They sing of Spain and its fertile soil

    The matriarch rises and secretly reveals
    The magical potions to the silent group

    The rhythms entice the joyous dancers
    The torches cast their red glows

    To the sound of guitars and tambourines
    Everyone leaps full of joy and spirit

    Yet fatigue comes to stop them
    The leaves lull them with their light sound

    A dream makes them find their homeland, they happily dream of their beautiful paradise

    A dream makes them find their homeland, they happily dream of their beautiful paradise
    But dawn appears, its luminous brightness
    Dispels and drives away all these joyful dreams
    The mule stomps the ground loudly

    They leave, going where God leads them (3x)
    Where God leads them
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    1. accartschfanny
       

      Hello,
      It's incredible, I woke up this morning with this tune in my head, and I remember learning and playing it for the C E S party in L'Aigle (61) in 1962 or 1963, which was directed by a young lady whose name eludes me. Is there a sung version that I could record? Thank you for your response.

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  2. Elise
     
    Around the hearth that glows, I learned when I attended St. Etienne's physical education... I was born in... 1925!
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    1. violette
       
      thank you
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    2. violette
       

      well done!

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