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Loreena McKennitts quotSnowquot Vocal Cover by Jillian Aversa
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My arrangement of the beautiful winter song “Snow,” originally composed by Loreena McKennitt! ~~Please LIKE and SUBSCRIBE if you enjoy this video!~~ • Support My Music Video Projects on Patreon: / jillianaversa • Subscribe to My Channel: / jillianaversa • More of My Music: http://JillianAversa.bandcamp.com/ • ~~~OFFICIAL PAGES~~~ • Facebook: / jillianaversa • Patreon: / jillianaversa • Website: http://www.jillianaversa.com • Twitter: / jillianaversa • Bandcamp: http://jillianaversa.bandcamp.com/ • ~~VIDEO INFO~~ • Song: “Snow • Performed by Jillian Aversa • Arranged by Jillian Aversa and Andrew Aversa (zircon) • Original Composer: Loreena McKennitt • Lyrics: Archibald Lampman (from his original poem, Snow ) • Thanks for checking out my tribute to the beautiful winter song Snow ! This has been my favorite holiday piece ever since I first heard it on a Christmas Moods CD as a child. The combination of harp, Irish whistle, and voice is stunning in its simplicity, and the lyrics (from a poem by Archibald Lampman) are truly mesmerizing. • We expanded on Loreena's original piece with more background harmonies, but wanted to maintain the minimal essence of the piece as well. • This is my first home grown music video in that the entire thing was shot by my dear husband, Andrew Aversa ( zircon )! We traveled all the way to western Maryland in order to track down some actual snow for the shoot, and it was quite an adventure. Hope you enjoy! ^_^ • ~~CAST~~ • Jillian Aversa • ~~~CREW~~~ • Cinematographer: Andrew Aversa ( zircon ) • Editor: Jillian Aversa • Costumes: Jillian Aversa • Makeup: Jillian Aversa • ~~LYRICS~~ • White are the far off plains, • And white the fading forest grow. • The wind dies out along the height, • And denser still, the snow -- • A gathering weight on roof and tree -- • Falls down scarce audibly. • The meadows and far, sheeted streams • Lie still without a sound. • Like some soft minister of dreams, • The snowfall hoods me around. • In wood and water, earth and air, • A silence is everywhere. • Save when at lonely spells, • Some farmer's sleigh, urged on, • With rustling runners and sharp bells, • Swings by me and is gone -- • Or from the empty space, I hear • A sound remote and clear. • The evening deepens and gray • Folds closer earth and sky. • The world seems shrouded, • So far away. • Its noises sleep, and I, • I secret as yon buried streams, • Plod dumbly on and dream. • I dream. • I dream. • I dream.
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