Free choral music

The long day closes

Arthur Sullivan · words Henry Fothergill Chorley

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Voicing
SATBB
Key
A♭ major
Time
3/4
Tempo
quarter note = 80
Length
67 bars

The parts

The opening, 16 bars, on the app's piano: your part clearly, the others quietly.

  1. Soprano part

    Range

    Lowest C4Highest E♭5

    Practise in the app soprano part
  2. Alto part

    Range

    Lowest A♭3Highest C5

    Practise in the app alto part
  3. Tenor part

    Range

    Lowest D3Highest G♭4

    Practise in the app tenor part
  4. Bass 1 part

    Range

    Lowest G2Highest D♭4

    Practise in the app bass 1 part
  5. Bass 2 part

    Range

    Lowest E♭2Highest D♭4

    Practise in the app bass 2 part

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The words

  1. Verse 1

    No star is o'er the lake, Its pale watch keeping, The moon is half awake, Through gray mist creeping, The last red leaves fall 'round The porch of roses, The clock hath ceased to sound, The long day closes. Sit by the silent hearth In calm endeavour, To count the sounds of mirth, Now dumb forever. Heed not how hope believes And fate disposes: Shadow is 'round the eaves, The long day closes; The lighted windows dim Are fading slowly. The fire that was so trim Now quivers lowly, quivers lowly. Go to the dreamless bed Where grief reposes, Thy book of toil is read, The long day closes; Go to the dreamless bed Where grief reposes, Thy book of toil is read, Thy book of toil is read, Go to the dreamless bed, The long day closes.

Free to sing: Arthur Sullivan died in 1900 and Henry Fothergill Chorley died in 1872.

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