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David Farquhar  

A Christmas with Carols

Duration: 31' 00" Year: 1994, r. 1996
for SATB choir and narrator and orchestra

  • Instrumentation
    1100;0000; perc: tubular bells; strings. Narrator may be a separate speaker or from the choir. Bells may be able to be played by choir member as required only in final movement.
  • Programme Note

    This celebratory work for choir and orchestra consisting of three Christmas ‘scenes’ brings together arrangements of 15th, 16th and 17th century carols with some of the well-known traditional carols. The audience can be invited to join in with a carols in each section including O Little Town of Bethlehem, The First Nowell and O Come All Ye Faithful.

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Dorothy Buchanan  

Moonshine Valley

 Year: 1994
for female and mixed choirs with either orchestral or piano accompaniment

  • Instrumentation
    1110 1111; Timp, Piano, Perc, Strings.
  • Programme Note

    Moonshine Valley Wild grasses I know you, let me come in, cocksfoot and clover, prairie grass, fennel and rye, give me a good place to lie her in the hillside’s hollow full of green smells and heat, and the buzz of the earth’s brain ruminating away beneath grasses singing old earth rolling rolling and the Rimutakas riding their blue horses on the sky. Brown top, featherhead, plaintain and cutty grass, a dozen yards to the dog daisies beside the dry stones of the road; and the wind heading on up the valley, crossing the Moonshine, over the mountains and north to the Wairarapa’s sun-dazed plains grasses singing old earth rolling rolling and the Rimutakas riding their blue horses on the sky. Nowhere to go, the road all dust and danger, houses full of grief, and quarrelling in the hot street of the town, come take me you wild warm grasses hide me an hour or so from the world’s sickness, drown its cries with your resonant harmonies grasses singing old earth rolling rolling and the Rimutakas riding their blue horses on the sky.

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