6 Songs of Farewell for woodwind ensembles

by David Warin Solomons

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Arrangements for wind ensembles (flutes, clarinets and mixed wind instruments) of C H H Parry's 6 "Songs of Farewell"

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released June 18, 2017

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David Warin Solomons Sale, UK

Composer from UK born in 1953, concentrating on lyrical and tonal works for chamber music combinations, solo voice and choral works.

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Track Name: My soul there is a country (flute quartet)
The words of the original poem are:
My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles
And One, born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend
And, O my soul, awake!
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flow'r of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Track Name: My soul there is a country (clarinet quartet)
The words of the original poem are:
My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles
And One, born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend
And, O my soul, awake!
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flow'r of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Track Name: I know my soul hath power (flute quartet)
I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:
I know I'm one of Nature's little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life 's a pain and but a span;
I know my sense is mock'd in everything;
And, to conclude, I know myself a Man
Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Track Name: I know my soul hath power (clarinet quartet)
I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:
I know I'm one of Nature's little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life 's a pain and but a span;
I know my sense is mock'd in everything;
And, to conclude, I know myself a Man
Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Track Name: I know my soul hath power (wind quartet)
I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:
I know I'm one of Nature's little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life 's a pain and but a span;
I know my sense is mock'd in everything;
And, to conclude, I know myself a Man
Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Track Name: Never weather beaten sail (flute quintet)
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.

Ever-living are the joys of Heaven’s high Paradise,
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
Track Name: Never weather beaten sail (clarinet quintet)
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.

Ever-living are the joys of Heaven’s high Paradise,
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
Track Name: Never weather beaten sail (wind quintet)
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.

Ever-living are the joys of Heaven’s high Paradise,
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
Track Name: There is an old belief (flute sextet)
There is an old belief
That on some solemn shore,
Beyond the sphere of grief,
Dear friends shall meet once more.

Beyond the sphere of Time and Sin,
and Fate’s control,
Serene in changeless prime
of body and of soul.

That creed I fain would keep,
That hope I’ll ne’er forgo:
Eternal be the sleep
If not to waken so.
Track Name: There is an old belief (clarinet sextet)
There is an old belief
That on some solemn shore,
Beyond the sphere of grief,
Dear friends shall meet once more.

Beyond the sphere of Time and Sin,
and Fate’s control,
Serene in changeless prime
of body and of soul.

That creed I fain would keep,
That hope I’ll ne’er forgo:
Eternal be the sleep
If not to waken so.
Track Name: There is an old belief (wind sextet)
There is an old belief
That on some solemn shore,
Beyond the sphere of grief,
Dear friends shall meet once more.

Beyond the sphere of Time and Sin,
and Fate’s control,
Serene in changeless prime
of body and of soul.

That creed I fain would keep,
That hope I’ll ne’er forgo:
Eternal be the sleep
If not to waken so.
Track Name: At the round earth's imagined corners (flute septet)
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death’s woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space;
For if above all these my sins abound
’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that’s as good
As if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood.
Track Name: At the round earth's imagined corners (clarinet septet)
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death’s woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space;
For if above all these my sins abound
’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that’s as good
As if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood.
Track Name: At the round earth's imagined corners (wind septet)
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death’s woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space;
For if above all these my sins abound
’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent, for that’s as good
As if Thou hadst seal’d my pardon with Thy blood.
Track Name: Lord, let me know mine end (flute octet)
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.
Track Name: Lord, let me know mine end (clarinet octet)
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.
Track Name: Lord, let me know mine end (wind octet)
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.