Piano Solo - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1490922 By Don McLean. By Don McLean. Arranged by Timothy Stapay. Broadway,Film/TV,Folk,Musical/Show,Rock,Singer/Songwriter. Score. 10 pages. Timothy Stapay #1067707. Published by Timothy Stapay (A0.1490922). Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) is a song by Don McLean, written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh.McLean wrote the lyrics in 1971 after reading a book about the life of Van Gogh. It was released on McLean's 1971 American Pie album; the following year, the song topped the UK Singles Chart for two weeks, and peaked at No. 12 in the United States, where it also hit No. 2 on the Easy Listening chart. Billboard ranked it as the No. 94 song for 1972.Lyrics:StarryStarry nightPaint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know theDarkness in my soul.Shadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land.And now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.They would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now.StarryStarry nightFlaming flo'rs that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze reflect inVincent's eyes of China blue.Colors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist'sLoving hand.And now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.Perhaps they'll listen now.For they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sight on that starryStarry night.You took your lifeAs lovers often do;But I could have told youVincentThis world was neverMeant for oneAs beautiful as you.StarryStarry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyesThat watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and brokenOn the virgin snow.And now I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them free.They would not listenThey're notList'ning stillPerhaps they never will.

Piano and voice - Digital Download SKU: LV.4569 Composed by S. Turney. Courtship, Love. Lester S. Levy Collection. 4 pages. Published by Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries (LV.4569). Sweet Girl! May I Be There? The Popular Song and Chorus. Words and Music by S. Turney. Published 1878 by in n.p. Composition of strophic with chorus with piano and voice instrumentation. Subject headings for this piece include Courtship, Love. First line reads Sweet Girl, with eyes of violet blue, and silken lash of darker hue.. About The Lester S. Levy CollectionThe Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music consists of over 29,000 pieces of American popular music. Donated to Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries, the collection's strength is its thorough documentation of nineteenth-century American through popular music. This sheet music has been provided by Project Gado, a San Francisco Bay Area startup whose mission is to digitize and share the world's visual history.WARNING: These titles are provided as historical documents. Language and concepts within reflect the opinions and values of the time and may be offensive to some.

Cello,Piano Accompaniment,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1324340 Composed by Connie Boss. Christian,Christmas,Holiday,Religious. 25 pages. Connie Boss #912539. Published by Connie Boss (A0.1324340). This is an original song I composed about the Wisemen coming from the East searching for the infant King. When they saw the star, they knew they had to follow it. It is a great song for Epiphany. It contains 3 verses and a bridge. If you think it's too long, you could cut out the bridge or can cut out some of the verses. This is for Strings quintet and piano. Parts are included with purchase.This can be played without the piano accompaniment if desired.This could be played while a choir sings - you can purchase SATB on here as wellemail cdboss@cvalley.net for requests or questionsLyrics below:They Saw a StarVerse 1:Three wisemen came from the eastA desert camel, their traveling beastThey traveled far, they traveled wideSearching for the infant child.Then they looked toward the sky….. Refrain:They saw a star, They saw a star, They saw a starLighting up in the darkest nightThey saw a star, They saw a star, They saw a starOh …..what a wondrous sight Verse 2:They followed where the light shown downAnd came upon a tiny townThen they scarce believed their eyesWhere it stopped a big surpriseThen they looked toward the light…… Refrain: Verse 3:A crowd of people gathered roundIncluding shepherds kneeling downTheir flocks of sheep by their sideThen the noise would subsideThey made it to the light……. Bridge:They saw the tiniest of KingsLying in a mangerHis mother was close by His sideKeeping him from dangerHe was the son of GodThe greatest King of KingsThe wisemen brought from their landsThe greatest gifts they could bring. Final Refrain:.

Alto Voice,Bass Voice,Cello,Flute,Piano Accompaniment,Soprano voice,Tenor Banjo,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1317838 Composed by Connie Boss. Christian,Christmas,Holiday. 17 pages. Connie Boss #906529. Published by Connie Boss (A0.1317838). This is an original song I composed about the Wisemen coming from the East searching for the infant King. When they saw the star, they knew they had to follow it. It is a great song for Epiphany. It contains 3 verses and a bridge. If you think it's too long, you could cut out the bridge. This is for SATB with optional parts for flute, cello and violin accent instruments and piano. It can be sung with solo for verses, adding the harmonies for the refrain and bridge and final ending. email cdboss@cvalley.net for requests or questionsLyrics below:They Saw a StarVerse 1:Three wisemen came from the eastA desert camel, their traveling beastThey traveled far, they traveled wideSearching for the infant child.Then they looked toward the sky….. Refrain:They saw a star, They saw a star, They saw a starLighting up in the darkest nightThey saw a star, They saw a star, They saw a starOh …..what a wondrous sight Verse 2:They followed where the light shown downAnd came upon a tiny townThen they scarce believed their eyesWhere it stopped a big surpriseThen they looked toward the light…… Refrain: Verse 3:A crowd of people gathered roundIncluding shepherds kneeling downTheir flocks of sheep by their sideThen the noise would subsideThey made it to the light……. Bridge:They saw the tiniest of KingsLying in a mangerHis mother was close by His sideKeeping him from dangerHe was the son of GodThe greatest King of KingsThe wisemen brought from their landsThe greatest gifts they could bring. Final Refrain:

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.976869 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 5 pages. Monica Bergo #3239709. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976869). 2017 Holiday Contest Entry                        The world that there isn’t How did Dante one day in the hell and after I return Down in the world that there is not In pieces of ice It reduced your heart you walk, walk, do not you think the pain of lost things, caresses denied the cold that you feel and clouds the mind At What you cling and where are you going? it is dark at night and you think only that Close the eyes it means to die in this station might end the life,the joy, but which ? future and that  what you have inside It makes you tougher you mirrors, reflect in the void of others Look at them in the eye precipitates, reel this is the life in the world that there is no and while run after a blind butterfly and meanwhile look back on fairy tale ever read and you search  the laughter, games and friends return back, hope of happy days everyone is inside his sick world and that who you are looking for is not there, is lost only shadows lurking and the moon that shines but she is not always that here in the world that there is no and while you get lost in 1000 miseries and then you start up into the nothingness that awaits if you touch people they hastens and takes offense and lengthens the step that knows where it goes you don’t look, you don’t dare don’t hope and don’t you think  and the snow falls and while you pray that this god distracted realizes that exist a deeper world what light does not but your soul is not dead yet walk, walk and she opens the door that goes to the world that out shines there is still a spark of love that awaits and here it is that rises  the charm the flower is reborn fear and fright heat that feeds sun is shining and with its rays protects, defends and while you mirrors  ,with the sun in your eyes and while you look back  the dark of before there is that girl that inside the night smiles, turns and then goes away ... you look at her, until she is a distant shadow Turn around and answer to life calling As Dante  did one day in the hell and after I return Down in the world that there is no ...                                                                                 Monica Bergo

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.976873 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. Monica Bergo #3243715. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976873). 2017 Holiday Contest EntryThe alchemist Flames in the dark sparkle voice whispering echoes They say about you Sell useless dreams they say about me that I’m too much frail You are shutting down the day of this city the lights switch on of different realities and time dilates , begins another life It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes You firefly who shine can you tell me where he is? I seek the alchemist , you see yourself from my eyes rimmed on the nothing  wide open they are full of fears and resemble your And here it is your circus , you wait me already not much has changed from a lifetime ago you do not, you are not aged a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others clown you always have so many , acrobats tired poised always between dream and reality and as a cat, I also see in the dark and over the waste to me slowly and then die the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman I do not stand me  anymore I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family and this need for love, that torture and kill me While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals bright lights exploding inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed lean on your hips  we float in the sea of time how does I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries You adult  man and I young girl abracadabra, as all before I tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a bogus time and while I explore the emptiness I have inside Nothing is sweeter than this torment You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison but you put more passion , My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me Mix all right , only you know what to do you seals good my heart , can not serve me evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ... But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world We like vampires , breath broken by sighs , arms forward, off eyes alchemist turn off my complaints You like a zombie , ready to sink your teeth ,that fascinates me and scares alchemist dissolve my torments .. but you can not .. and I stay here I'm looking for the courage to live   It is being born on the day of this city Milano  colored yourself with its activities shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard  ,emptiness inside me and where are you? I run always and do not know where I go I look back , I stumble and then I fall Slow walk among the tired souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips in the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, scars only and as the salt do  on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices  deafen They say about you that you no longer have a tear they say about me that I’m free woman ... Monica Bergo

Alto Voice,Guitar - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1387465 By András Csáki (guitar) and Viola Thurnay (alto). By David Warin Solomons. Contemporary,Folk. Full Performance. Duration 246. David Warin Solomons #971319. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1387465). Poem by Rodenbach, with English translation by S N Solomons (Still of morning - Up Country), music by D W Solomons. The song is in French for the first half and in English translation for the (repeated) second half.En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Still of MorningUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N Solomons

Cello,Guitar,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499462 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. Accompaniment. Duration 231. David Warin Solomons #1075526. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499462). Instrumental version of my song En Province. This is an accompaniment (violin, cello and guitar) so that the viola can play the main melody along with it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe full score and parts are available at:https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/se/ID_No/1605555/Product.aspx?affiliate=65222

Bassoon,English Horn,Flute,Guitar - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499574 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. Full Performance. Duration 230. David Warin Solomons #1075637. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499574). Instrumental version of my song En Province with the cor anglais playing the main melody and flute, bassoon and guitar accompanying it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe full score and parts are available at:https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/se/ID_No/1605817/Product.aspx?affiliate=65222

Bassoon,Flute,Guitar - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499577 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. Accompaniment. Duration 230. David Warin Solomons #1075640. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499577). Instrumental version of my song En Province. This is an accompaniment (flute, bassoon and guitar) so that the cor anglais can play the main melody along with it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe full score and parts are available at:https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/se/ID_No/1605817/Product.aspx?affiliate=65222

Small Ensemble Cello,Guitar,Viola,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499286 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. 14 pages. David Warin Solomons #1075340. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499286). Instrumental version of my song En Province with the Viola playing the main melody and Violin, Cello and Guitar accompanying it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe pdf file contains score and parts.Mp3s of the full work and of the accompaniment are also available.

Cello,Guitar,Viola,Violin - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499463 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. Full Performance. Duration 230. David Warin Solomons #1075527. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499463). Instrumental version of my song En Province with the Viola playing the main melody and Violin, Cello and Guitar accompanying it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe full score and parts are available at:https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/se/ID_No/1605555/Product.aspx?affiliate=65222

Small Ensemble Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 5 - Digital Download SKU: A0.978194 Composed by Jason A. Heald. Contemporary. Score. 16 pages. Call of the Wild Publishing #6265333. Published by Call of the Wild Publishing (A0.978194). THREE LABE SONNETS for mezzo-soprano and piano is a collection of settings by Louise Labé, (1520-1566), a female French Renaissance poet. Labé was fluent in Latin and Italian, and a trained musician. She wrote twenty-four sonnets.  TRANSLATION Sonnet VIII - I Live, I Die I live, I die, I burn with fire, I drown. It matters very little what I feel; All life is now too real, now too surreal; Joy comes and endless boredom weighs me down, And suddenly I laugh and then I cry; With grief and bliss I’m weeping for the past; Good feelings go away and yet they last, And suddenly I bleed and then I sigh. That’s how it goes. Strange, ever changing love Has worn me out. I wish I were removed From such a star-crossed fate! I need a truce With Lady Luck. Again and yet again, Her wheel is spinning madly to produce This wanton, wild, intense, exquisite pain.     Sonnet XVIII - O Kiss Me O kiss me, kiss me, re-kiss me, and kiss! Be reckless, impudent, hot-headed, bold! O woo me! Pursue me! Kiss me like this: And I’ll give back fifty as hot as red coals. There, is it hurting? Come, let’s soothe the pain. I’ll give you sixty others just like these. And so we’ll kiss again and then again, While we enjoy each other at our ease. I know there’s fire within your unshaped clay, And so, allow me, love, to share my happiness: O let’s make burning passion rule today. I’m fond of doing what I love to do, Yet cannot feel supreme delight unless I have my other wild encounters, too.     Sonnet XIV - As Long As Tears As long as tears can well up in my eyes I’m saddened that our nights are marked by pain. And now my voice expresses once again A plaintive melody I’ve improvised. As long as I can pluck the lute, I try To sing about your charms in my refrain. As long as I can think, my fevered brain Is burning with an ardent zeal. I cry And cry a hundred thousand times for you. But when I feel my whirling thoughts grow still, And when both hand and voice won’t work their will, Because your treachery is piercing through My heart, I’ll know there’s just one final way. I’ll ask for Death to darken that bleak day.

Small Ensemble Bassoon,English Horn,Flute,Guitar - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1499548 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 21st Century,Classical,Contemporary. 15 pages. David Warin Solomons #1075611. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1499548). Instrumental version of my song En Province with the cor anglais playing the main melody and flute, bassoon and guitar accompanying it.The words of the original song are by Rodenbach, in French, and an English version by S N Solomons:En ProvinceEn province dans la langueur matutinale,Tinte le carillon, tinte avec la douceurDe l'aube qui regarde avec des yeux de soeur,Tinte le carillon, - et sa musique pâleS'effeuille fleur à fleur sur les toits d'alentour,Et sur les escaliers des pignons noirs s'effeuilleComme un bouquet de sons mouillés que le vent cueille;Musique du matin qui tombe de la tour,Qui tombe de très loin en guirlandes fanées,Qui tombe de Naguère en invisibles lisEn pétales si lents, si froids et si pâlis,Qu'ils semblent s'effeuiller du front mort des Années.Up CountryUp country, in the lazy morning air,The bells ring out amid the velvet riseOf Dawn, gazing around with gentle eyes;The peals spill forth ... their music, pale and fair,Spends all its blossoms on the roofs in showers,And on the darkling serried eaves flingsBouquets of sparkling sound culled by the wind.Music of Morning tumbling from the towers,Falling from afar in faded garlands,Falling from yesterday in blooms invisible,Petals so slow, so icy cold and pale,Fluttering from the dead brow of Time.(c)S N SolomonsThe pdf file contains score and parts.Mp3s of the full work and of the accompaniment are also available.

Choral Choir (SATB) - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.904748 Composed by Tina Nguyen. Christian,Sacred. Octavo. 14 pages. Tina Nguyen #3097663. Published by Tina Nguyen (A0.904748). 2017 Choral Contest EntryCome, Holy Spirit, come, let thy bright beams arise; dispel the darkness from our minds, enlighten all our eyes. This touching prayer written by 18th century hymn writer Joseph Hart is paired with a hauntingly beautiful melody that soars in a spirit of hope in the last stanza. Optional cello and oboe parts included. Choose this anthem for your services during Communion or at any time of year.