Tom Cunningham
SONGS OF SOLOMON
for SSA choir with clarinet and piano
Roberton 75619
New musical settings of texts taken from the King James version of the "Song of Solomon", for upper voice choir (SSA) with clarinet and piano accompaniment. A separate clarinet part is on sale; it is, of course, shown in the score.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
His head is as the most fine gold,
his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
washed with milk and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet as flowers:
his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl;
his belly is as bright as ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
Duration 7 minutes
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
His head is as the most fine gold,
his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
washed with milk and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet as flowers:
his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl;
his belly is as bright as ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
Duration 7 minutes
