Free sheet music. Please get in touch! • Facebook: david.basden.9 • Email: deebee123 [at] bigpond [dot] com The text is based on a quote from an 1876 Letter from Vincent van Gogh to his brother, Theo.

The Marlowe Singer's perform Mozart's Ave Verum at their annual Christmas Concert 2011

From William Wordsworth's famous Poem Eric Thiman created this beautiful song, performed here by The Marlowe Singers at Otham. SA

Sing joyfully to God our strength; sing loud unto the God of Jacob! Take the song, bring forth the timbrel, the pleasant harp, and the viol. Blow the trumpet in the new moon, even in the time appointed, and at our feast day. ...  moreSing joyfully to God our strength; sing loud unto the God of Jacob! Take the song, bring forth the timbrel, the pleasant harp, and the viol. Blow the trumpet in the new moon, even in the time appointed, and at our feast day. For this is a statute for Israel, and a law of the God of Jacob. (From Psalm 81)  

Text: Stars - Robert Frost (1874–1963). How countlessly they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!-- As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, a...  moreText: Stars - Robert Frost (1874–1963). How countlessly they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!-- As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,-- And yet with neither love nor hate, Those stars like some snow-white Minerva's snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight. Recorded at St Paul's Episcopal Church, Carroll Street, Brooklyn, NY, 2015 Concept: Vince Peterson & Garrett Burns Director, Cinematography, Editor: Garrett Burns (Memetic Studios) Cinematography: Erik Kristiansen (Memetic Studios) Audio Engineering & Editing: Craig Slon Producer: Nicole Belmont Choral Chameleon Performers: Kelly Baxter-Golding Joseph Bellino Alex Canovas Evan Crawford Andy Cook-Feltz Liz Hanna Bill Heigen Mark Johnson Erika Lloyd Jonathan May Julie Waters Clare Maloney - audio Vince Peterson - video Choral Chameleon is a non-profit choral arts...    less

"Signs of Rain Or Forty Reasons For Not Accepting An Invitation of a Friend To Make an Excursion With Him" lyrics by Dr. Edward Jenner (18th Century). Directed by Ken Jenson. Lyrics: The hollow winds begin to blow, The clouds look black, the glass is...  more"Signs of Rain Or Forty Reasons For Not Accepting An Invitation of a Friend To Make an Excursion With Him" lyrics by Dr. Edward Jenner (18th Century). Directed by Ken Jenson. Lyrics: The hollow winds begin to blow, The clouds look black, the glass is low; Thee soot falls down, the spaniels sleep, The spiders from their cobwebs peep. Last night the sun went pale to bed, The moon in halos hid her head; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For see, a rainbow spans the sky! The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel. Hark how the chairs and tables crack! Old Betty's nerves are on the rack; Loud quacks the duck, the peacocks cry, The distant hills are seeming nigh. How restless are the snorting swine! The busy flies disturb the kine; Low o'er the grass the swallow wings, The cricket, too, how sharp he sings! Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws; Through the clear streams the fishes rise, And nimbly catch the incautious flies. T...    less

The Marlowe Singers perform Perhaps Love, one of John Denver's famed love songs. Arr. John Denver, SA

An excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our p...  moreAn excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. photos courtesy of FreeFoto http://www.freefoto.com/index.jsp  less