WEST wind, blow from your prairie nest,
Blow from the mountains, blow from the west.
The sail is idle, the sailor too;
O wind of the west, we wait for you!
I have wooed you so,
But never a favor you bestow.
You rock your cradle the hills between,
But scorn to notice my white lateen.
Be strong, O paddle! be brave, canoe!
The reckless waves you must plunge into.
On your trembling keel,
But never a fear my craft will feel.
We’ve raced the rapids; we ’re far ahead:
The river slips through its silent bed.
As the bubbles spray
And fall in tinkling tunes away.
And up on the hills against the sky,
A fir tree rocking its lullaby
Its emerald wings,
Swelling the song that my paddle sings.
poem by E. Pauline Johnson
Cypress makes rehearsal tracks for choirs – here is a demo
SONGS FOR THE SANCTUARY
VANCOUVER YOUTH CHOIR SERIES
CANADIAN CHAMBER CHOIR
ELEKTRA WOMEN"S CHOIR
LA SÉRIE ENCHANTÉE (FRENCH SELECTIONS)
THE ZIMFIRA COLLECTION (CHILDREN)
PROFUNDO - (MEN'S CHOIR)
UNIVERSAL GOSPEL CHOIR SERIES
JEAN-SÉBASTIEN VALLÉE SERIES
DIANE LOOMER CHORAL SERIES (FOLK SONG)