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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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'Maltman captures the almost unbearably poignant feeling of these [Gurney] songs' (BBC Music Magazine) 'Singing of distinction and a programme of remarkable strength. Hyperion is on to a winner here' (Yorkshire Post)» More
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas’d with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring! The sweet Spring!