The 1st 64 bars of Brahms' 4th Symphony, using Spitfire's BBC Symphony Orchestra Professional.
Reverb used is Fabfilter Pro-R

64 bars of Brahms 4th Symphony (BBC Symphony Orchestra)

@A version of 'What Child is This?' which I composed for Cantiones Choir in Oswestry for their/our Christmas concert in 2019.
This is an arrangement for solo voice, on which I sing.

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping,
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary!

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce him through,
The Cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail the Word Made Flesh,
The babe, the son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
Come, peasant, king, to own Him!
The King of Kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him!
Raise, raise the song on high!
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy! joy! for Christ is born,
The babe, the son of Mary!

What Child is This? (solo voice)

Vocals: Louisa Jones

I try to hold each moment
And keep it in my hand
A thought, a dream or memory
Flows away 
Like sand

Step lightly through the leaves and see
With ghosts entangled in your hair
All that there will ever be
As dust meanders in the air

And of thee I can recall
No want nor lack of kind
And hopes, or dreams or promises
Like the days
Unwind

Step lightly through the years to me
And leave behind all thought and care
All that I would be to thee
As down meanders in the air

I know no spell can bind you
Or hold you for my sake
As you make your way to me
Just one star
Awake

And nightly I am watching thee
I run my fingers through your hair
Your father's door no bar to me
As dust meanders in the air

I know no spell can bind you
Enchant you where you stand
Each thought, or dream or memory
Flows away
Like sand

Yet as sure as day is day
And noon calls eventide
All barriers will fall away
And two swans
Will glide

Lyrics by Tony Spalding

The Swan In The Evening

At Easter, Oswald was sitting at dinner with Aidan, and had "a silver dish full of dainties before him", when a servant, whom Oswald "had appointed to relieve the poor", came in and told Oswald that a crowd of the poor were in the streets begging alms from the king. Oswald, then immediately had his food given to the poor and even had the dish broken up and distributed. Aidan was greatly impressed and seized Oswald's right hand, stating: "May this hand never perish."
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Lyrics:
Lost
Cast aside
Lost
Cast aside
I cannot look at the ghosts in their eyes

No door
Ever open
No love
Ever shown
The winners rise
And the losers fall below

No open hand
No sacrifice
No open heart
No sacrifice

You will not fall - for I am here
Will not fade - in silence
You are not lost - I am here
You are not lost - now
Take heart
Take heart

There
But for fortune
Cold
Hearts of stone
The silent cry
And the hurt in your soul

Love
Never easy
Love
With no price
My armour falls
And my heart has no shield

I will go
With sword
I will go
With heart
I will go
For love
I will go
For my soul

You will not fall - for I am here
Will not fade - in silence
You are not lost - I am here
You are not lost - now
Take heart
Take heart

A cup that's full to overflowing
A crown that's heavy on my brow
And a clear voice that calls me

Lost
Cast aside
Lost
Cast aside
I cannot look at the ghosts in their eyes

No door
Ever open
No love
Ever shown
The winners rise
And the losers fall below

No you are not lost
No you are not lost
No you are not lost
I have found you

You will not fall - for I am here
Will not fade - in silence
You are not lost - I am here
You are not lost - now
Take heart
Take heart

Love
Will be shown
Love
Is their right

Vocalists: Morva Ceylan, Liz Grayston
Lyrics: Tony Spalding

The Ghosts in their Eyes (Take Heart)

Recorded approx. 1992
Roughly edited at the start and end.

'Because The Night' - Shot in the Dark

Noetic Nous 6

Lyrics by Tony Spalding, music by Mike Coppock

And Did I Dream

Overture 'Bebbanburg'

An Ancient Folk Song

An arrow flies full straight into
The tangle of the web we weave
No magic can the fates undo
And we ourselves deceive
And we ourselves deceive

If magic could untie the cords
Or cunning man the truth perceive
While holy men repeat their words
Unholy men believe
Unholy men believe
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I thought you would yet understand
Where loves entwined or lovers sinned
Hearts now drift like ships unmanned
All driven by the wind
All driven by the wind

To look for meaning in the rain
Or call for help from up above
No scrying glass or bones explain
And so no more will love
And so no more will love
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A noble act or darker thought
Each deed is pinned on history’s wall
The treaty and the battle fought
Oblivion will call
Oblivion will call

Each turning point the gods will choose
Each moment felt, each hill we climb
We rise, we fall, we win and lose
And wander, lost in time
And wander, lost in time
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I thought you would yet understand
Where loves entwined or lovers sinned
Hearts now drift like ships unmanned
All stolen by the wind
All stolen by the wind

To look for meaning in the rain
Or call for help from up above
No scrying glass or bones explain
And so no more will love
And so no more will love

Sung by Mair Thomas
Lyrics: Tony Spalding
Music: Mike Coppock

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