Song of India

안녕하세요
희망과 꿈의 채널에 오신걸 환영합니다.
오늘저의 딸과 연주할 곡은
러시아 작곡가 림스키 코르사코프의 곡인
인도의 노래 (Chanson Hindoue) 오페라 "샤드코(Sadko)"
전 7장중 제 4장에 나오는 노래로 원양항해를 하게된
사드코가 같이 갈 사람을 모으고 외국사정을 알기 위하여
외국상인들로 부터 이야기를 듣는데 이때
한 인도의 상인이 자기나라를 자랑하는데
부르는노래입니다.
즐감하시고 가족과 행복한 주말 되세요.^^

SONG OF INDIA
(Music: Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov / Modern Lyrics: Johnny Mercer)

Mario Lanza


And still the snowy Himalayas rise
In ancient majesty before our eyes,
Beyond the plains, above the pines,
While through the ever, never changing land
As silently as any native band
That moves at night, the Ganges Shines

Then I hear the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
High upon a minaret I stand
Upon an old enchanted land,
There's the Maharajah's caravan,
Unfolding like a painted fan,
How small the little race of Man!

See them all parade across the ages,
Armies, Kings and slave from hist'ry's pages,
Played on one of nature's vastest stages.
The turbaned Sikhs and fakirs line the streets,
While holy men in shadowed calm retreats
Pray through the night and watch the stars,
A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn,
While down below the busy life goes on,
And women crowd the old bazaars;

All are in the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing;
Tune the ageless moon and stars were strung by,
Timeless song that only could be sung by
India, the jewel of the East.


(Contributed by Bill Huntley - November 2005
Source: Our Huckleberry Friend by Bob Bach & Ginger Mercer)


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Alternate version :


And still the snowy Himalyas rise,
In ancient majesty before our eyes,
Beyond the plains, above the pines.
While through the ever never changing land,
As silently as any native band,
That moves at night, the Ganges shine.
Then I hear the song that only India can sing,
Softer than the plumage on a black raven's wing.
High upon a minaret I stand
And gaze across the desert sand,
Upon an old enchanted land
There the Maharaja's caravan,
Unfolding like a painted fan,
How small the little race of man.
See them all parade across the ages,
All these kings and slaves from History's pages,
Laid on one of Nature's vastest stages.
The turbaned Sihks and beggars line the street,
While holy men in shadowed calm retreat,
Pray through the night and watch the stars,
The loney crane flies off to meet the dawn,
While down below the busy life goes on,
And women crowd the old bazaar
All are in the song that only India can sing,
India, the jewel of the East