Music for a Country Church

Music for a Country Church

Ref: CDG1050

Music for a Country Church

A country church in summer, surrounded by a lovely church yard - an atmosphere for contemplation and quiet thought. Quiet songs and slow themes create an opportunity for reflection and for time to stand still for just a moment

1 Abide with me WH Monk
2 Jesu joy of man's desiring JS Bach
3 The old rugged cross G Bennard
4 All in the April evening Roberton
5 Largo from Xerses GF Handel
6 Nimrod E Elgar
7 Sheep may safely graze JS Bach
8 The rosary E Nevin
9 The lost chord A Sullivan
10 Fantasia on 'Greensleeves' R Vaughan Williams
11 Nearer my God, to Thee L Mason
12 Adagio S Barber
13 In the gloaming AF Harrison
14 Liebestraum No 3 F Liszt
15 A perfect day C Jacobs-Bond
16 To a wild rose E MacDowell
17 Now the day is over S Baring-Gould

The Victoria Singers, directed by Sarah Tenant-Flowers, accompanied by Paul Ayres
Solo organ and piano music played by Martin Souter

CCL CDG 1050
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Inside book:

Freshly-mown grass, the soothing hum of evening insects, a meandering path by hedges and yew trees: a summer churchyard is a place for contemplation and quiet thought. Perhaps the old, oak door is ajar, and strains of pleasant music can be heard from within the old church - a concert of music for a quiet time, slightly sentimental, full of emotion, but soothing nonetheless. Here is a collection of old favourites, hymn tunes half-remembered, and well-known music by great composers in a programme designed for memories and thoughts of times past, and as a way to gather strength for times future. Nostalgia, sentiment and passion abound in a programme for reflection and thought, with the atmosphere of a country church.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea;
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower,
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Thomas Grey: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (extract)

Stands the church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

Rupert Brook: 'The Old Vicarage', Grantchester (extract)