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Novita
Germany
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One of my favourite pieces is the Song Cycle "Four Shakespeare Songs" composed by Erich Korngold (1897-1957) sung by my favourite singer Anne Sofie von Otter (Mezzo Soprano) from Sweden: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHT7WM2nsFk I've added Shakespeare's lyrics, too. Enjoy listening and reading! Willow, Willow (Desdemona’s Song) Verse 1 The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow
Verse 2 The fresh streams ran by her, and mumur’d her moans " Her salt tears fell from her, & soften’d the stones; " Chorus Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve, I call’d my love false love; but what said he then? If I If I If I court moe [more] women, you'll couch with moe [more] men. {PAUSE}
Coda Sing willow, willow, willow {my add.} Sing willow, willow, willow Sing willow, willow, willow Sing willow, willow, willow.
(4.3. 42-63)
Under the greenwood tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weathe Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. When birds do sing
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that life was but a flower In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crown & graved with the prime In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.
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