Christina
Dublin Core
Title
Description
This song, written by David Michael Firestone and Steve Else, is about a girl in the snow; the narrator "wonders" at the girl. The song is written as a three part harmony. It was recorded on reel-to-reel, so the recording is unavailable.
The submitter gave the following details about the history of the artifact: On October 2, 1967, when I was a 19-year-old freshman at U of M, I was out at night in Ann Arbor with several friends, including my best friend Steve (a poet) and "Christina" (not her real name) with whom I was infatuated. It started to snow; very early for snow in Ann Arbor. We all went crazy in the snow, playing, running, throwing snowballs, and singing Christmas carols. Due to the early snowfall, many college students came out also. The highlight of the night was watching the little snowflakes melt on Christina's eye lashes. After that night, Steve and I wrote the lyrics and music to the song.
The submitter gave the following details about the history of the artifact: On October 2, 1967, when I was a 19-year-old freshman at U of M, I was out at night in Ann Arbor with several friends, including my best friend Steve (a poet) and "Christina" (not her real name) with whom I was infatuated. It started to snow; very early for snow in Ann Arbor. We all went crazy in the snow, playing, running, throwing snowballs, and singing Christmas carols. Due to the early snowfall, many college students came out also. The highlight of the night was watching the little snowflakes melt on Christina's eye lashes. After that night, Steve and I wrote the lyrics and music to the song.
Creator
David Michael Firestone and Steve Else
Source
David Michael Firestone
Publisher
Unpublished
Date
Language
English
Identifier
Coverage
1950-1974
Performance Item Type Metadata
Genre
song
Material
pen ink, unlined paper
Circulation
Person to Person (Analogue)
Linguistic Text
Christina
(Written by Michael Firestone, October, 1967.)
I’ve been out the night when first the snow fell.
I’ve heard it drop on carpets of dead leaves.
I’ve seen our frosty breath
Before us as we ran,
And laughed and marveled at the snow.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
I’ve seen snow-drops melt clingingly to sidewalks.
I’ve seen them swirl through streetlights’ misty path.
I’ve stood with you and listened
To carolers who sing,
And watched the snow melt on your eyes.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
I’ve touched frost-bits that gather on the branches;
And I have smelled wool that’s wet with snow.
I’ve shared this dream-like joy.
I’ve marveled at your smile.
I’ve run holding your hand.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
(Written by Michael Firestone, October, 1967.)
I’ve been out the night when first the snow fell.
I’ve heard it drop on carpets of dead leaves.
I’ve seen our frosty breath
Before us as we ran,
And laughed and marveled at the snow.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
I’ve seen snow-drops melt clingingly to sidewalks.
I’ve seen them swirl through streetlights’ misty path.
I’ve stood with you and listened
To carolers who sing,
And watched the snow melt on your eyes.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
I’ve touched frost-bits that gather on the branches;
And I have smelled wool that’s wet with snow.
I’ve shared this dream-like joy.
I’ve marveled at your smile.
I’ve run holding your hand.
And I’ve wondered at Christina.
Citation
David Michael Firestone and Steve Else, “Christina,” Museum of Everyday Writing, accessed April 29, 2024, https://museumofeverydaywriting.omeka.net/items/show/15.