Bladmusiek $12.00
Oorspronklik
Flowers of the Forest. Reber Clark. B-Flat Trumpet sheet music. Horn sheet music. Trombone sheet music. Grade 4.
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Blomme van die bos. Reber Clark. B-Flat Trumpet bladmusiek. Horn bladmusiek. Tromboon bladmusiek. Graad 4.
Oorspronklik
Flowers of the Forest composed by Reber Clark. 1955-. For concert band. Flute, Oboe. opt. , Bassoon. opt. , Clarinet in Bb 1, Clarinet in Bb 2. 3, Bass Clarinet 1. 2, Alto Saxophone 1. 2, Tenor Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone, Trumpet in Bb 1, Trumpet in Bb 2, Trumpet in Bb 3, Horn in F 1, Horn in F 2, Trombone 1, Trombone 2, Euph. Band Music. Grade 4. Score only. Duration 4. 35. Published by C. Alan Publications. CN.11461. Written as a memorial, "Flowers of the Forest" is based on a poem of the same name by the composer affirming the idea that death is a change and not an end. The simple haunting melody has echoes of a Scottish folk song with the bagpipe-like drone providing a foundation. Flowers of the Forest was commissioned by Denise Tenney for the Cabot Junior High North Symphonic Band of Cabot, Arkansas in memory of her father, Charles Alexander. I was initially attracted to the title and later found out that it is also the title of a traditional Scottish lament for the loss of loved ones. This is not the traditional Scottish tune or words, but my words, and the melody that came from them, were written to affirm the idea that death is a change and not an end. In the deep abiding wooded glen Are the flowers of the forest And I know they hold true To the place wherein they grow. In the high forests of the lonely plains Midst the stormy winds of autumn They are there evermore Though the tempest rage on high. Though mankind in fruitless ways does strive To ensure a safe tomorrow. We can't know what will be And we cannot make a flower. So the smiles of those who are dear to us And the sun in clouds above Are more dear to our hearts Than the things that Man does prize. Than the things that Man does prize. When the sunlight falters through the dappled shade 'Neath the trees upon the mountain Then I know that the flowers Will be closing 'gainst the night. But the sun shall wake then in the morning light And they'll open to the brightness Of a day so renewed That its blazing won't expire.
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Blomme van die Forest saamgestel deur Reber Clark. 1955 -. Vir konsert orkes. Fluit, hobo. kies. , Fagot. kies. , Klarinet in Bb 1, klarinet in Bb 2. 3, basklarinet 1. 2, saxofoon 1. 2, saxofoon, bariton saxofoon, trompet in Bb 1, trompet in Bb 2, trompet in Bb 3, Horn in F 1, Horn in F 2, tromboon 1, tromboon 2, euf. Band Musiek. Graad 4. Telling net. Duur 4. 35. Gepubliseer deur C. Alan Publications. CN.11461. Geskryf as 'n aandenking, "blomme van die bos" is gebaseer op 'n gedig van die dieselfde naam deur die komponis bevestig die idee dat die dood is 'n verandering en nie 'n einde. Die eenvoudige spook melodie het eggo's van 'n Skotse volksliedjie met die doedelsak-agtige dreun die verskaffing van 'n grondslag. Blomme van die bos is in opdrag van Denise Tenney vir die Cabot Junior High Noord Simfoniese Band van Cabot, Arkansas in die geheue van haar pa, Charles Alexander. Ek was aanvanklik aangetrokke tot die titel en later uitgevind dat dit is ook die titel van 'n tradisionele Skotse klaaglied vir die verlies van geliefdes. Dit is nie die tradisionele Skotse stem of woorde nie, maar my woorde en die melodie wat van hulle gekom het, is geskryf om die idee dat die dood is 'n verandering en nie 'n einde te bevestig. In die diep blywende beboste Glen is die blomme van die bos en ek weet hulle hou getrou aan die plek waar hulle groei. In die hoë woude van die eensame vlaktes midde die stormagtige winde van die herfs Hulle is daar in ewigheid Hoewel die storm woede op 'n hoë. Alhoewel die mensdom in vrugtelose maniere nie daarna streef om 'n veilige môre te verseker. Ons kan nie weet wat sal wees nie en ons kan nie 'n blom. So het die glimlagte van diegene wat vir ons dierbaar En die son in wolke bo is meer baie na aan ons harte As die dinge wat die mens moet doen prys. As die dinge wat die mens moet doen prys. Wanneer die son struikel deur die spikkelskadu 'Neath die bome op die berg, dan weet ek dat die blomme sal sluit lê hier teen die aand. Maar die son sal dan wakker in die oggend lig En hulle sal oop wees vir die verskyning van 'n dag so hernu Dat sy gedugte nie sal verval.
