Theatre Songs EP

by Matt Winkworth

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A collection of theatre songs composed by Matt Winkworth.

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released 04 April 2013
Soloists: Katie Render, Nathalie Chalkley, Rosalyn Topping, Elma Appassamy.
Chorus: Hannah Grainger Clemson, George Wolstenholme, Jess Hall, Katie Render, Grace Lockwood, Rose-Marie Caldecott, Lynn Winkworth, Roger Winkworth, Lauren McLuckie, Laura Theis, Vincent Lynch, Ditte Elly, Adam Phillips, Barney Thewlis, Siobhan McClusky, Dora Baker, Nathalie Chalkley, Rosalyn Topping, Elma Appassamy, Will Tattersdill.
Piano: Nia Williams
Recording: Oli Whitworth
Music: Matt Winkworth
Lyrics: Orwell, Woods/Bogdanov/Chaucer, Thomas, Winkworth.
Photo: Captain Cat, Swansea Marina © Eiona Roberts 2013, used with kind permission. www.flickr.com/photos/lilo_lil

All songs © Oxford Playhouse 2011-13 except Track 4 © Matt Winkworth 2013

Huge thank yous to everyone above for making this happen.

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tags: alternative anti-indie cabaret piano singer-songwriter chorus musical theatre piano soprano United Kingdom

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Track Name: Dear Gwalia
Dear Gwalia, I know there are
Towns lovlier than ours.
And fairer hills and loftier still,
And groves more full of flowers.

And boskier woods for blithe with spring,
And bright with birds adorning,
And sweeter bards than I to sing
Their praise this beauteous morning.

A tiny dingle is Milk Wood,
By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar;
But let me choose and oh! I should
Love all my life and longer.

To stroll among our trees and stray
In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down,
And hear the Dewi sing all day,
And never, never leave the town.
Track Name: Young Farmer Dick
O, I'll sing you a song about young farmer Dick
He was cuddly and curly and careful and quick

He loved making hay when the bright sun did shine
First he'd toss his hay, then he'd toss mine

O, he tossed it all once, he tossed it all twice
He tossed it all three times because it was nice
Track Name: Beasts of England
Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the Golden future time.

Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.

Bright will shine the fields of England,
Purer shall its waters be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free.

For that day we all must labour,
Though we die before it break;
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,
All must toil for freedom's sake.

Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,
Beasts of every land and clime,
Hearken well, and spread my tidings
Of the Golden future...
Track Name: Sewing Song
Take a button and make an eye
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em in no time
Take a button and make an eye
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em what they like

I've made werewolves from carpet
Princes from Primark
Jellyfish out of old carrier bags
I've made fleece into foxes
Robots from boxes
Princesses transformed from old dusters and rags

Take a ribbon and make a wing
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em a fairy ring
Take a ribbon and make a wing
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em anything

I've made parrots for pirates
From papier mache
Butterflies out of old tablecloth pleats
I've made spiders for halloween
Blood out of gelatine
Jesus of Nazareth out of a sheet

Take a button and make an eye
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em in no time
Take a button and make an eye
Out of nothing we'll sew 'em what they like

Oh, I still remember the standing ovations / heard it before
The flowers backstage, the awards that I won / she's off again, save us!
Now I sit, like my mother, with needle and thread / time for a change
For the sake of the children the show must go on / she should be gone.
Track Name: I Loved a Man Whose Name Was Tom
I loved a man whose name was Tom
He was strong as a bear and two yards long
I loved a man whose name was Dick
He was big as a barrel and three feet thick
And I loved a man whose name was Harry
Six feet tall and sweet as cherry
But the one I loved best awake or asleep
Was little Willy Wee and he's six feet deep.

O Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men
And I'll never have such loving again
But little Willy Wee who took me on his knee
Little Willy Weasel is the man for me.

Now men from every parish round
Run after me and roll me on the ground
But whenever I love another man back
Johnnie from the Hill or Sailing Jack
I always think as they do what they please
Of Tom Dick and Harry who were tall as trees
And most I think when I'm by their side
Of little Willy Wee who downed and died.

O Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men
And I'll never have such loving again
But little Willy Wee who took me on his knee
Little Willy Weasel is the man for me.