Theatre songs

Songs on the texts of William Shakespeare and other poets

All the scores are avalable                                         

How to order? Visit this page

Be my love 

Based on 'The Passionate Pilgrim'

Live with me and be my love

And we all the pleasures prove

And if these pleasures make thee move

Then live with me and be my love...

Lover and his lass

'As you like it'- act 5 scene 3

It was a lover and his lass

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

That o’er the green cornfield did pass,

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring...

Full fathom five

'The Tempest'- act 1 scene 2

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade...

Under a greenwood tree 

'As you like it'- act 2 scene 5

Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither...

Sing willow

'Othello'- act 4 scene 3

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing willow, willow, willow.

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow...

Blessing song

The Tempest'- act 4 scene 1

Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,

Hourly joys be still upon you.

Juno sings her blessings on you

Where the bee sucks

'The Tempest'- act 5 scene 1

Where the bee sucks, there suck I.

In a cowslip’s bell I lie.

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat’s back I do fly

After summer merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The lark song

based on 'Cymbeline'- act 2 scene 2

The lark at heaven's gate does sing

And winking Mary-buds begin 

To open their golden eyes.

If in your sleep you living miss

With every thing that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise...

The master, the swabber...

'The Tempest'- act 2 scene 2

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate
Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;

Seals of love

Measure for measure'- act 4 scene 1

Take, O, take those lips away,   

That so sweetly were forsworn;   

And those eyes, the break of day,   

Lights that do mislead the morn:  

But my kisses bring again,

Seals of love, but sealed in vain

Awake

The Tempest'- act 2 scene 1

While you here do snoring lie,

Open-eyed conspiracy

His time doth take.

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber and beware.

Awake, awake!

Lulla-lullaby

A Midsummer Night's Dream'

act 2 scene 2

Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.

Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm, nor spell nor charm..

Oh, mistress mine...

'Twelfth Night'- act 2 scene 3

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear! Your true love’s coming,

That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting.

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man’s son doth know...

Songs on the texts of William Blake, Francoise Villon, Jean-Baptist Molière, Alexander Pushkin

Heaven & Hell...

William Blake

Love seeketh not itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care,

But for another gives its ease,

And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

Little fly

William Blake

Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am I not a fly like thee?
Or art not thou a man like me?

Angel

William Blake

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
I dreamt that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

Ballade of comparissons

Francoise Villon

So rough the goat wil schratch, it can not sleep
So often a pot goes to the well, that it breaks
So good is a man as is his praise
So loud you cry, that Christmas comes

Buvons chers amis

Jean-Baptist Molière

Buvons chers amis, buvons,

Le temps qui fuit nous y convie ;

Profitons de la vie

Autant que nous pouvons...

Marquise si mon visage

Jean-Baptist Molière

Marquise si mon visage

A quelques traits un peu vieux,

Souvenez-vous qu’à mon âge

Vous ne vaudrez guère mieux…

Once in our country

Alexander Pushkin

Once in this our country

Peace and plenty rules

Once upon a Sunday

Holy Church was filled....