John Dowland: Lute Song's Third And Fourth Books: Voice & Guitar: Vocal Album
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Instrument : CHORAL - VOCAL - CHOIR
Style(s) : MEDIEVAL - RENAISSANCE
Instrumentation : Voice, Guitar
Publisher : Dover Publications
Description from Musicroom UK
John Dowland was unsurpassed in his day as a lute virtuoso and the composer of 88 lute songs. Since the early twentieth century Dowland's excellence as a songwriter has been well established; many of his compositions for lute- long shrouded in obscurity have become well known. This collection of 45 songs includes all the works in his third and fourth collection. Transcribed for voice and Guitar by David Nadal including Dowland's original lute tablature.
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Content :
Behold A Wonder Here
By A Fountain Where I Lay
Cease These False Sports
Come When I Call (For Two Voices And Two Lutes)
Daphne Was Not So Chaste
Disdain Me Still
Far From Triumphing Court
Farewell Too Fair
Farewell Unkind Farewell
Fie On This Feigning
Flow Not So Fast Ye Fountains
From Silent Night
Go Nightly Cares
I Must Complain
If That A Sinner's Sighs
In Darkness Let Me Dwell
In This Trembling Shadow
It Was A Time When Silly Bees Could Speak
Lady If You So Spite Me
Lasso Vita Mia
Lend Your Ears To My Sorrow
Love Stood Amaz'd
Love Those Beams
Me, Me, And None But Me
My Heart And Tongue Were Twins
Oh What Hath Overwrought
Say Love If Ever Thou Didst Find
Shall I Strive With Words To Move
Stay Time Awhile Thy Flying
Sweet Stay Awhile
Tell Me True Love (With Chorus)
The Lowest Trees Have Tops
Thou Mighty God
Time Stands Still
To Ask For All Thy Love
Up Merry Mates
Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
Welcome Black Night
Were Every Thought An Eye
What If I Never Speed
What Poor Astronomers Are They
When David's Life
When Phoebus Did First Did Daphne Love
When The Poor Cripple
Where Sin Sore Wounding