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Think on
Classical/Contemporary • 2015
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For alto recorder and guitar
Title by uploader: Think on for alto recorder and guitar
Instrumentation |
Classical guitar, Alto Recorder |
Scored for |
Duo |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
3'0 |
Instrumental arrangement of my song "A latter-day Ronsard"
which is effectively a modern sonnet to a young lady, exhorting her
to make the most of her youth ("gather ye rosebuds while ye may").
The pdf file contains the score and parts.
The audio sample is an electronic preview
The words of the original song (also available on this site) are:
If you but think,
Think on and on
My little one.
If you but think
It will go on ...
Going for ever,
This time of love
This time for lovers,
You’re for a fall,
My little girl,
You’re for a fall
If you maintain
You will retain
Fine blushing skin
And waist cinched in
Delicate arms
Fine varnished nails
Tender of thigh
And fleet of foot,
And if you think my sweet
It will be true
Going for you
You're for a fall
My little girl,
You're for a fall.
Gone the good days,
Pleasure and holidays.
Planets in orbit
Circle around
But you my sweet
You will go straight
Toward the unknown
And overblown
with sagging skin
and treble chin
Heavy with fat
and flesh that's slack
Come gather ye roses
Look ye around,
My little one
Blossoms abound
Let them repose
On the slack tide
Of every happiness.
So, gather them all
Or you'll be sure
Pride comes before a fall.
For clarinet and guitar
Title by uploader: Think on for clarinet and guitar
Instrumentation |
Clarinet, Classical guitar |
Scored for |
Duo |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
3'0 |
Instrumental arrangement of my song "A latter-day Ronsard"
which is effectively a modern sonnet to a young lady, exhorting her
to make the most of her youth ("gather ye rosebuds while ye may").
The pdf file contains the score and parts.
The audio sample is an electronic preview
The words of the original song (also available on this site) are:
If you but think,
Think on and on
My little one.
If you but think
It will go on ...
Going for ever,
This time of love
This time for lovers,
You’re for a fall,
My little girl,
You’re for a fall
If you maintain
You will retain
Fine blushing skin
And waist cinched in
Delicate arms
Fine varnished nails
Tender of thigh
And fleet of foot,
And if you think my sweet
It will be true
Going for you
You're for a fall
My little girl,
You're for a fall.
Gone the good days,
Pleasure and holidays.
Planets in orbit
Circle around
But you my sweet
You will go straight
Toward the unknown
And overblown
with sagging skin
and treble chin
Heavy with fat
and flesh that's slack
Come gather ye roses
Look ye around,
My little one
Blossoms abound
Let them repose
On the slack tide
Of every happiness.
So, gather them all
Or you'll be sure
Pride comes before a fall.
For flute and guitar
Title by uploader: Think on for flute and guitar
Instrumentation |
Flute, Classical guitar |
Scored for |
Duo |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
3'0 |
Instrumental arrangement of my song "A latter-day Ronsard"
which is effectively a modern sonnet to a young lady, exhorting her
to make the most of her youth ("gather ye rosebuds while ye may").
The pdf file contains the score and parts.
The audio sample is an electronic preview
The words of the original song (also available on this site) are:
If you but think,
Think on and on
My little one.
If you but think
It will go on ...
Going for ever,
This time of love
This time for lovers,
You’re for a fall,
My little girl,
You’re for a fall
If you maintain
You will retain
Fine blushing skin
And waist cinched in
Delicate arms
Fine varnished nails
Tender of thigh
And fleet of foot,
And if you think my sweet
It will be true
Going for you
You're for a fall
My little girl,
You're for a fall.
Gone the good days,
Pleasure and holidays.
Planets in orbit
Circle around
But you my sweet
You will go straight
Toward the unknown
And overblown
with sagging skin
and treble chin
Heavy with fat
and flesh that's slack
Come gather ye roses
Look ye around,
My little one
Blossoms abound
Let them repose
On the slack tide
Of every happiness.
So, gather them all
Or you'll be sure
Pride comes before a fall.
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