SKU: SU.80300163

This frankly sentimental Irish ballad of long-lost love has appealing double descants, independent four-part writing for a full soprano and alto range, yummy harmonies and voicing, and an irresistible choral cadenza which imitates the easy movement of the waving grass. Regretful but never self-pitying, the Yeats poem concludes, But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. SSAA and piano; 8 pages; duration: 4:00 min.; range: f# to g; difficulty: medium. SSAA, piano Published by: Treble Clef Music Minimum order quantity: 8 copies.

SKU: SU.80300259

This lost gem from just before World War II sets an ancient Greek paean to the blessings of peace: spiders spin webs over swords and shields, and young warriors have a big party. The piano accompaniment's warlike dissonances are juxtaposed to the choir's peace motifs in an effective struggle. A fine concert closer. SSAA, piano Published by: Treble Clef Music Minimum order quantity: 8 copies.

SKU: AP.48974

UPC: 038081562988. English.

Commissioned by Texas AandM University in remembrance of a lost friend and fellow Cadet, this thought-provoking piece is designed to be a conversation starter about mental illness, depression, grief, and suicide. Harmonically rich, musically expressive, and emotionally stirring, singers will be changed and encouraged. What if I could tell you no one has to walk alone?

SKU: HL.14021007

ISBN 9781844492893. 8.5x11.0x0.088 inches.

A Choral Suite for Two Part (Soprano and Alto) Children's Chorus setting the text of George Mackay Brown. This enchanting 12-minute cycle is typical of the subtle and delicate way Maxwell-Davies approaches writing for children: straightforward, tender, affectionate, yet with just a hint of the complexity found in challenging 'adult' works like the cycle Westerlings. George Mackay Brown's poetry with its haiku-like short stanzas and pointilliste allusive imagery leaves you constantly intrigued : who is the boy 'lost on the hill till sundown', and why is time 'a bird with white wings?' Is this perhaps the poet himself playing a bit of holiday truant?