Lyrics or Keywords
Concord is here, our days to bless
And this our land to endue with plenty, peace and happiness.
Concord and time, each needeth each
The ripest fruit hangs where not one but only two can reach
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Composer
Benjamin Britten
Lyricist
William Plomer
Tags
Tradition(s)
Secular
Language(s)
English
Musicality
Instrumentation
A Cappella
Voicing
SATB
Rote
✖
Solo
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Music
Publisher
Hawkes and Son
Copy type
Octavo