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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{PostedDate|2004-04-08}} {{CPDLno|6923}} [http://www.mutopiaproject.org/cgibin/piece-info.cgi?id=426 {{net}}] | |||
* | {{Contributor|Stan Sanderson|2004-04-08}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|54}}{{Copy|MutopiaBSD}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | |||
:'''Edition notes:''' | |||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Vacant Chair, The''}} | |||
{{Composer|George Frederick Root}} | {{Composer|George Frederick Root}} | ||
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | |||
{{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}}<br> | |||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Piano}} | |||
{{Pub|1|}} | |||
'''Description:''' | '''Description:''' | ||
'''External websites:''' | '''External websites:''' | ||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{ | {{Text|English| | ||
{{Vs|1}} We shall meet, but we shall miss him, | |||
There will be one vacant chair; | |||
We shall linger to caress him, | |||
While we breathe our evening pray'r. | |||
When a year ago we gathered, | |||
Joy was in his mild blue eye, | |||
But a golden chord is severed, | |||
And our hopes in ruin lie. | |||
{{Vs|R}} We shall meet, but we shall miss him, | |||
There will be one vacant chair; | |||
We shall linger to caress him, | |||
While we breathe our evening pray'r. | |||
{{Vs|2}} At our fireside, sad and lonely, | |||
Often will the bosom swell | |||
At remembrance of the story | |||
How our noble Willie fell. | |||
How he strove to bear our banner | |||
Thro' the thickest of the fight | |||
And uphold our country's honor, | |||
In the strength of manhood's might. | |||
''R:'' | |||
{{Vs|3}} True, they tell us wreaths of glory, | |||
Ever more will deck his brow, | |||
But this soothes the anguish only, | |||
Sweeping o'er our heart-strings now. | |||
Sleep today, oh, early fallen, | |||
In thy green and narrow bed, | |||
Dirges from the pine and cypress, | |||
Mingle with the tears we shed. | |||
''R:'' | |||
We shall meet, but we shall miss him, | |||
There will be one vacant chair; | |||
We shall linger to caress him, | |||
While we breathe our evening pray'r}} | |||
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[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Contributor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-04-08). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 54 kB Copyright: MutopiaBSD
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Vacant Chair, The
Composer: George Frederick Root
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
1 We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.
When a year ago we gathered,
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden chord is severed,
And our hopes in ruin lie.
R We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.
2 At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell
At remembrance of the story
How our noble Willie fell.
How he strove to bear our banner
Thro' the thickest of the fight
And uphold our country's honor,
In the strength of manhood's might.
R:
3 True, they tell us wreaths of glory,
Ever more will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only,
Sweeping o'er our heart-strings now.
Sleep today, oh, early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed,
Dirges from the pine and cypress,
Mingle with the tears we shed.
R:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r