Light Rain

The years pass and we forget that when we were children and less conditioned, we could have fun with a little.
Our priority was the desire to have fun e don't to own the game.

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We Didn't Need Much, Nocturne 16 Oct - Piano Solo

The first song from 'Vier gebede by jaargetye in die Boland' [Four seasonal prayers] on poems by NP Van Wyk Louw
I. Vroegherfs	[Early autumn]
Die jaar word ryp in goue akkerblare, 	
[The year matures in golden oak-leaves,] 
in wingerd wat verbruin, en witter lug 	
[in vineyards turning russet, and paler air]
wat daglank van die nuwe wind en klare 	
[that all day long is washed by the new wind]
son deurspoel word; elke blom word vrug, 	
[and pellucid sun; every flower turns to fruit,]
tot selfs die traagstes; en die eerste blare val 	
[even the tardiest; and the first leaves fall]
so stilweg in die rookvaal bos en laan, 			
[so quietly in the smoke-blue wood and lane,]
dat die takke van die lang populiere al 			
[that the branches of the slender poplars]
met elke ligte môre witter staan. 	
[show paler with every luminous morning]
O Heer, laat hierdie dae heilig word: 	
[ Lord, may these day be sacred:]
laat alles val wat pronk en sieraad was 	
[let fall all that was vanity and display]
of enkel jeug, en vér was van die pyn; 			
[or merely youth, and far removed from pain;]
laat ryp word, Heer, laat U wind waai, laat stort  	
[bring ripeness, Lord, let Your wind blow, topple]
my waan, tot al die hoogheid eindelik vas 	
[my pride, ‘till all that is highest at last emerges]
en nakend uit my teerder jeug verskyn. 	
[firm and unadorned from the tenderness of youth.]

Vier gebede by jaargetye in die Boland 1. Vroegherfs - Andre Howard, Hendrik Hofmeyr

Hendrik Hofmeyr

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