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Sound Artist Rob Mackay has been working alongside Ecologist Simon Pickles from the North and East Yorkshire Ecological Data Agency. With the help of Simon’s knowledge, Rob has created a map of the wood through sound, from the roots to the canopy and through the seasons. His audio map combines field recordings with “sonifications” (making data into sounds) of different ecological information. 

Commissioned by Chrysalis Arts Development for the Mapping Marton Wood project.
chrysalisarts.com/projects/mapping-marton-wood-artist-comissions

A special thanks to our funders Arts Council England, National Lottery Community Fund and Chrysalis Arts Development.


Voice of the Wood by Rob Mackay

[VERSE]
Down the road which asters tangle,
    Thro' the gap where green-briar twines,
    By the path where dry leaves dangle
    Sere from the ivy vines

[VERSE]
    We go--by sedgy fallows
    And along the stifled brook,
    Till it stops in lushy mallows
    Just at the bridge's crook.

[PRE-CHORUS]
    Then, again, o'er fence, thro' thicket,
    To the mouth of the rough ravine,
    Where the weird leaf-hidden cricket
    Chirrs thro' the weirder green,

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    There's a way, o'er rocks--but quicker
    Is the beat of heart and foot,
    As the beams above us flicker
    Sun upon moss and root!

[VERSE]
    With a climb the ledging summit
    Of the hill is reached in glee.
    For an hour we gaze off from it
    Into the sky's blue sea.

[BRIDGE]
    And we leap--as wildness tingles
    From the air into our blood--
    With a cry thro' golden dingles
    Hid in the heart of the wood.

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    But a bell and sunset's crimson
    Soon recall the homeward path.
    And we turn as the glory dims on
    The hay-field's mounded math.

[VERSE]
    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last,
    As the clear undying eyelight
    Of the stars tells day is past.

    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last!

Adapted from 'The Ramble' by Cale Young Rice 

Wood with Winds

VERSE]
Down the road which asters tangle,
    Thro' the gap where green-briar twines,
    By the path where dry leaves dangle
    Sere from the ivy vines

[VERSE]
    We go--by sedgy fallows
    And along the stifled brook,
    Till it stops in lushy mallows
    Just at the bridge's crook.

[PRE-CHORUS]
    Then, again, o'er fence, thro' thicket,
    To the mouth of the rough ravine,
    Where the weird leaf-hidden cricket
    Chirrs thro' the weirder green,

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    There's a way, o'er rocks--but quicker
    Is the beat of heart and foot,
    As the beams above us flicker
    Sun upon moss and root!

[VERSE]
    With a climb the ledging summit
    Of the hill is reached in glee.
    For an hour we gaze off from it
    Into the sky's blue sea.

[BRIDGE]
    And we leap--as wildness tingles
    From the air into our blood--
    With a cry thro' golden dingles
    Hid in the heart of the wood.

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    But a bell and sunset's crimson
    Soon recall the homeward path.
    And we turn as the glory dims on
    The hay-field's mounded math.

[VERSE]
    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last,
    As the clear undying eyelight
    Of the stars tells day is past.

    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last,

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