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Official edition of "The Dying Child" by Martin Lohse, published by Composer.Directory (CD-W328), scored for Accordion. Edition includes 1 part, 5 pages.
- Composer
- Martin Lohse
- Publisher
- Composer.Directory
- Catalog No.
- CD-W328
- Opus
- W.12b
- Instrumentation
- Accordion
- Instruments
- Specifications
- 1 parts · 5 pages (Single Score)
- Purchase Orders
- cdiyao@gmail.com (Email to Purchase)
Parts & Score Materials
| Part Name | Instrument | Pages |
|---|---|---|
| Accordion | Accordion | 5 pages |
Work & Edition Details
The Dying Child for accordion
The score is in exact pitch, and the proposed registers can be changed according to room and instrument etc.
The Dying Child is an arrangement of the choir work Det døende Barn from 1998, and is the first work in my production where I use the major third as a basic harmonic structure for the hole piece. The text for Det døende Barn is a poem by the Danish author H. C. Andersen, here reproduced in an English translation.
Martin Lohse 2014
The Dying Child
Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping; Let me repose upon thy bosom sick; But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping, Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek. Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly; But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright; I see the angel-children smiling gladly, When from my weary eyes I shut out light.
Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen! Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord? See how his white wings beautifully glisten? Surely those wings were given him by the Lord! Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me; They are the flowers the angel scattereth. Should I have also wings while life has bound me? Or, mother, are they given alone in death?
Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going? Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine? Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing! I will, dear mother, will be always thine! Do not sigh thus – it marreth my reposing; But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee! Ah, I am tired – my weary eyes are closing – Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!
H. C. Andersen 1825
