Guitar,Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1378788 Composed by David Warin Solomons. Contemporary,Folk. Score. 7 pages. David Warin Solomons #963496. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1378788). This gentle and romantic piece is inspired by Prévert's poem Le Bouquet. Que faites-vous là petite filleAvec ces fleurs fraîchement coupées?Que faites-vous là jeune filleAvec ces fleurs ces fleurs séchées?Que faites-vous là jolie femmeAvec ces fleurs qui se fanent?Que faites-vous là vieille femmeAvec ces fleurs qui meurent?J'attends le vainqueurWhat are you doing there, little girl,With those freshly cut flowers?What are you doing there, young girl,With those dried flowers?What are you doing there, pretty woman,With those faded flowers?What are you doing there, old woman,With those dying flowers?I'm waiting for the victorious oneThe sound sample is an electronic preview with the voice part played on alto flute sample.The pdf file contains score and separate guitar part.The video shows a version with added recorder part.

Guitar,Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1373984 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Contemporary. Score. 8 pages. David Warin Solomons #958551. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1373984). This setting of Paul Verlaine's poem Nevermore plays on an ambiguity of major and minor modes, swaying back and forth between the tonal centres of G minor and E flat major The pdf contains score and separate guitar partThe poem and English translation are as follows:Nevermore Souvenir, souvenir, que me veux-tu? L'automneFaisait voler la grive à travers l'air atone,Et le soleil dardait un rayon monotoneSur le bois jaunissant où la bise détone.Nous étions seul à seule et marchions en rêvant,Elle et moi, les cheveux et la pensée au vent.Soudain, tournant vers moi son regard émouvant :Quel fut ton plus beau jour? fit sa voix d'or vivant,Sa voix douce et sonore, au frais timbre angélique.Un sourire discret lui donna la réplique,Et je baisai sa main blanche, dévotement.-- Ah! les premières fleurs, qu'elles sont parfumées !Et qu'il bruit avec un murmure charmantLe premier oui qui sort de lèvres bien-aimées !English translation by S N Solomons:Memory, what would you have of me? AutumnDrove the thrush up through the atonic airAnd the pale sun pierced in monotoneThe chill and windy woods and the leaf flare.Together but alone we went our ways,Hair blown awry and monad thoughts unfurled.Sudden she turned to me her tender gaze:What was your finest day? - a voice of gold,Dulcet and low, ineffable and fresh.And I said nothing, offered her a smile,Seized her pale hand and pressed a kiss.Ah those first flowers of spring how sweet they were,And that first whispered Yes, how it beguiled,Won from those lovely lips with gentle murmur.(c) S N Solomons.