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Songs of Innocence: The Ecchoing Green, fast, slower; The Shepherd, very slow ♩=40, pick up tempo; The Little Black Boy, moderately slow ♩=60; The Lamb, slow ♩=58; Nurse's Song, fast ♩=96
No full textEngraved score on vellum music score paper for medium voice. The words are from poems by William Blake.Vocal, Piano22 pages; 11 x 13 1/2The Ecchoing Green:
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.
Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.’
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.
The Shepherd:
How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
The Little Black Boy:
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.
Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.
The Lamb:
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Nurse’s Song:
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.'
'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.'
'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.'
The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,
And all the hills echoed
Sailing; largo ♩=56
No full textOriginal manuscript for voice and piano on staff paper. Musical notes are in pencil written over with black felt pen. The words are written in cursive.Vocal, Piano5 pages; 8 1/2 x 11As we drifted along the smooth water hue humming his song darling I love you
In blissful peace always sailing like this no storms nor clouds only happy memories
The stars above are blessing our love to you I will sing my darling I lov
Northeast Alabama Community College Catalog, 2022-23.
No full textCatalog of the Northeast Alabama Community College
A Maiden Called Ma; smoothly ♩=96 and fast ♩=116
No full textOriginal manuscript for French Horn, Vibraphone, and Marimba on musical score paper in pencil. This is only the score.Horn in F, Vibraphone, Marimbascore 12 pages; 8 1/2 x 1
Trinity for B flat Clarinet and Piano; expressive ♩=96
No full textOriginal manuscript for B flat Clarinet and Piano with musical notes and some notations in pen. Includes music for clarinet. Titles and other notations are typed. Notation at the bottom of the title page says, "copyright by Carl Vollrath © 2006".Clarinet, Pianoscore 15 pages, part 5 pages; 8 1/2 x 1
Ossawatomie; slowly ♩=56 and excitedly
No full textEngraved score on vellum music score paper for soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. The words are from Carl Sandburg's poem "Ossawatomie".Vocal, Piano16 pages; 6 3/4 x 10 3/4I DON’T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people are fools, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters. Always he kept on asking: Where did that blood come from? They said: You for the fool killer, you for the booby hatch and a necktie party. They hauled him into jail. They sneered at him and spit on him, And he wrecked their jails, Singing, ‘God damn your jails,’ And when he was most in jail Crummy among the crazy in the dark Then he was most of all out of jail Shambling, dark, and strong, Always asking: Where did that blood come from? They laid hands on him And the fool killers had a laugh And the necktie party was a go, by God. They laid hands on him and he was a goner. They hammered him to pieces and he stood up. They buried him and he walked out of the grave, by God, Asking again: Where did that blood come from
Passions of John for Trombone & Piano; intensity ♩=132
No full textOriginal manuscript for Trombone and Piano on music score paper. Includes music for trombone. Musical notes are in black felt pen, titles and musical notations are typed. Notation at the bottom of the title page says, "Copyright by Carl Vollrath © 2003".Trombone, Pianoscore 16 pages, part 4 pages; 8 1/2 x 1
Sonatina for Trombone and Piano; dreamly ♩=69, slightly slower with ad lib. tempo, flutter (brassy), solemn (ad lib.), energetically ♩=132, ad lib. cadenza, broadly
No full textOriginal manuscript on music staff paper for Trombone and Piano. Includes music for trombone. Musical notes are written in black felt pen, title and most notations are typed. Notation at the bottom of the title page says, "Copyright © 1990 by Carl Vollrath".Trombone, Pianoscore 21 pages, part 6 pages; 8 1/2 x 1
Funeral & Celia at the Organ in Church; slowly
No full textPrinted facsimile of a musical score for organ.Organ4 pages; 8 1/2 x 1
A Horn Called Gertrude for Euphonium and Piano; with vigor ♩=120, broadly, with expression
No full textOriginal manuscript for Euphonium and piano. Includes music for euphonium. Most of the notes for the score are in pencil, with titles and notations typed. The euphonium part is pencil written over with pen. Notation at the bottom of the title pages says, "copyright by Carl Vollrath © 2007".Euphonium, Pianoscore 13 pages, part 3 pages; 8 1/2 x 1