Robin and Pennsylvania Sinfonia Orchestra performing Mozart Concerto for flute and orchestra in G Major
Click below to listen to Jet Whistle by Villa Lobos
performed by Frances Rowell, Cellist and me.
Jean-Pierre Rampal
A Musical Instrument
For flying down so near;
I do not blame the little brook
For creeping close to hear;
The tiny specks of sunshine too
that flutter from the sky,
And drop in spots of golden light
Down through the leaves so green and bright,
And on the soft grass lie;
They come in answer to a voice
That seems a brother's call:--
The flute-song that my father plays,
The sweetest song of all;
It brings the summer breezes back
Just as they thought to creep
To sunny lands so far away,
Where they could take a holiday,
And, drowsy, drop to sleep.
It sets the little aspen-leaves
To dancing on the tree;
And starts my heart to singing
To the sweetest melody.
And even in my dreams at night
I hear the flute-song call,
So sweet and drowsy, low and clear,
It brings the woodland voices near,
And seems to sing them all.
-- Grace Purdie Moon, from [Moon-GP 1917].
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For flying down so near;
I do not blame the little brook
For creeping close to hear;
The tiny specks of sunshine too
that flutter from the sky,
And drop in spots of golden light
Down through the leaves so green and bright,
And on the soft grass lie;
They come in answer to a voice
That seems a brother's call:--
The flute-song that my father plays,
The sweetest song of all;
It brings the summer breezes back
Just as they thought to creep
To sunny lands so far away,
Where they could take a holiday,
And, drowsy, drop to sleep.
It sets the little aspen-leaves
To dancing on the tree;
And starts my heart to singing
To the sweetest melody.
And even in my dreams at night
I hear the flute-song call,
So sweet and drowsy, low and clear,
It brings the woodland voices near,
And seems to sing them all.
-- Grace Purdie Moon, from [Moon-GP 1917].