Uploaded July 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Sleep
Musik af Eric Whitacre
Tekst af Charles A. Silvestry
Arrangement af Phillip Faber
Fremført af DR Pigekoret
Charlotte Rowan, dirigent
Opført og optaget i DR Koncerthuset den 31. maj 2026 som del af koncerten Din Koncert med DR Pigekoret.
Lydproducer: Mikkel Nymand
Musikproducer: Ragnheiður Jónsdóttir
Tv-producer: Jon Bonde Eriksen
Lysdesign: Tobias Halfdan Valbjørn
Produktionsleder: Jacob Weitze Mylund
TV-produktionsleder: Tanya Fassbinder
Instruktion og manuskriptudvikling: Pelle Nordhøj Kann
Kunstnerisk leder, redaktør og producent: Anne Karine Prip
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Tekst:
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight
And yet my limbs seems made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come
Both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Musik af Eric Whitacre
Tekst af Charles A. Silvestry
Arrangement af Phillip Faber
Fremført af DR Pigekoret
Charlotte Rowan, dirigent
Opført og optaget i DR Koncerthuset den 31. maj 2026 som del af koncerten Din Koncert med DR Pigekoret.
Lydproducer: Mikkel Nymand
Musikproducer: Ragnheiður Jónsdóttir
Tv-producer: Jon Bonde Eriksen
Lysdesign: Tobias Halfdan Valbjørn
Produktionsleder: Jacob Weitze Mylund
TV-produktionsleder: Tanya Fassbinder
Instruktion og manuskriptudvikling: Pelle Nordhøj Kann
Kunstnerisk leder, redaktør og producent: Anne Karine Prip
facebook.com/drpigekoret
instagram.com/dr.pigekoret
Tekst:
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight
And yet my limbs seems made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come
Both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep
Sleep










