Footfalls

Sept 2025. TTBB and Piano / 2:50

This wistful ballad leans into the velvety ranges of a TTBB ensemble and of a lover awaiting a wandering companion with a warm theme opening to a grand melody in this original setting of the Henry Kendall (1839-1882) poem.

From Footfalls by Henry Kendall

The embers were blinking and clinking away,

The casement half open was thrown;

There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day,

And I sat on the threshold alone!

And said to the river which flowed by my door

With its beautiful face to the hill,

"I have waited and waited, all wearied and sore,

But my love is a wanderer still!"