Daughter of the Light- I. Fómhar Jig

This is the first movement of my suite for flute choir, Daughter of the Light. All the movements have poems which tell the story of the movement. The poem is below, but on a more general level, the piece is about the autumn leaves floating and flittering through the wind.

Fómhar Jig

Fómhar Jig

I awoke to the rising dawn

As mist lay thick on the rolling hills

And the piper played his morning song

While birds flew trees they’d rested on

It was the village festival

And hunters brought their finest meats

While shepherds ambled to the hall

With daughters dressed in shades of fall

Outside the players played their tunes

While people came from all around

To spend a cheerful afternoon

Dancing under bright festoons

The kick and stomp of dancing feet

Rustled through the greenest grass

And reds and golds of autumn leaves

Formed my childhood memories