"Solomons: Barbara Allen_______CMRPlayers" genre: Contemporary
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	The original folksong is arranged and sung here by David with orchestral realisation by Steve Mitchell. This romantic interpretation, complete with all the drama of dying for love, is based on one of the "original" tunes for the ballad Barbara Allen. The harmonisation ranges from classical to romantic to downright 21st century at various points in the story, but it makes one organic whole - all the more so because of Steve Mitchell's excellent realisation of the orchestral parts.
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	Story Behind the Song The story of Barbara Allen is well enough known. There are many different versions. This interpretation attempts to convey the words in a rather more dramatic way than the many folk versions available. Steve suggested a collaboration, so David composed this version, sent Steve the vocal line by mp3 and Steve mixed it in with the orchestral arrangement. We will be doing more collaborations soon : watch this space :-) Lyrics 1. In Scarlet town where I was born There was a fair maid dwelling Made every youth cry well a day Her name was Barbara Allen 2. All in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin' Young Willie Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barb'ra Allen. 3. He sent his man unto her then To the town where he was dwellin' You must come to my master, dear, If your name be be Barb'ra Allen. 4. So slowly, slowly she came up, And slowly she came nigh him, And all she said when there she came: "Young man, I think you're dying!" 5. He turned his face unto the wall And death was drawing nigh him. Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Bar'bra Allen. 6. As she was walking o'er the fields, She heard the death bell knellin', And ev'ry stroke did seem to say, Unworthy Barb'ra Allen. 7. When he was dead and laid in grave, Her heart was struck with sorrow. "Oh mother, mother, make my bed For I shall die tomorrow." 8. And on her deathbed she lay, She begged to be buried by him, And sore repented of the day That she did e'er deny him. 9. "Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all, And shun the fault I fell in, Henceforth take warning by the fall Of cruel Barb'ra Allen."

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