[Score] Richard Rodney Bennett - Little Suite (1965) for small orchestra скачать в хорошем качестве

[Score] Richard Rodney Bennett - Little Suite (1965) for small orchestra

adapted from songs from the books "The Aviary" and "The Insect World" Score: https://www.universaledition.com/medi... Audio:    • Album - The British Light Music Collection 1   Royal Ballet Sinfonia Gavin Sutherland, conductor 0:00 I. The Birds Lament 2:50 II. The Widow Bird 4:15 III. The Ladybird 6:28 IV. Glow-worms 8:45 V. The Lark The Birds' Lament words by John Clare 1. Oh, says the linnet, if I sing, My love forsook me in the spring, And nevermore will I be seen without my satin gown of green. 2. Oh, says the pretty feathered jay, Now my love is gone away And for the memory of my dear A feather of each sort I'll wear. 3. Oh, says the rook and eke the crow, The reason why in black we go Because our love has us forsook So pity us poor crow and rook. 4. Oh, says the pretty speckled thrush that changes its note from bush to bush, My love has left me here alone, I fear she never will return. The Widow Bird words by P. B. Shelley A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a leafy bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing wind below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flow'r upon the ground. And little motion in the air Except the millwheel's sound. Clock-a-clay words by John Clare 1. In the cowslip pips I lie Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes, Here I lie a Clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time of day 2. While grassy forest quakes surprise And the wild wind sobs and sighs, My home rocks as like to fall, On its pillar green and tall, While the patt'ring rain drives by, Clock-a-clay keeps warm and dry. 3. Day by day and night by night, All the week I hide from sight, In the cowslip pips I lie, in rain and dew still warm and dry, Day and night and night and day, Red, black spotted Clock-a-clay 4. My home shakes in wind and showers Pale green pillar topped with flowers Bending at the wild winds breath, Till I touch the grass beneath, Here I live, lone Clock-a-clay, Watching for the time of day. Glow-worms words by Andrew Marvell Ye living lamps, by whose dear light the nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night her matchless song does meditate: Ye country comets, that portend No war nor princes funeral, Shining unto no higher end than to presage the grass's fall: Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame to wand'ring mowers shows the way, that in the night have lost their aim and after foolish fires do stray. Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displaced that I shall never find my home. The Lark words by S. T. Coleridge Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet and thrush say, 'I love and I love.' In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong; What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing and loving all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him the blue sky above. That he sings and he sings and forever sings he, 'I love my Love and my Love loves me.'