Sing Willow

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Sing Willow

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Sing Willow
By: Tatiana Lina

Well known Desdemona's song from "Othello" by William Shakespeare. Original music & vocals: Tatiana Lina

SING WILLOW (by Tatiana Lina ) Composed: 2006

Well known Desdemona's song from "Othello" by William Shakespeare. Original music & vocals: Tatiana Lina, Female Vocals, Dramatic Music, Broadway Music

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Track Info

Catalog ID

Min:Sec

Tempo & BPM

Price

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Full Track - Dramatic, Broadway

260045

2:07

Medium 127

USD $134.95±

Track Summary
Music Track Title: Sing Willow
Catalog ID: 260045

Description: Well known Desdemona's song from "Othello" by William Shakespeare. Original music & vocals: Tatiana Lina

Artist or Group: Tatiana Lina

Keywords: Classical Poetry, Strong Melody, Female Soprano Vocals, Theatre Music

Music Genre > Sub-genre
Dramatic Music
Broadway and Theatrical music

Extended Properties
Duration: 2:07 Tempo: Medium BPM: 127

   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Guitar, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: English

Album: Singing Shakespeare

Moods: Beautiful, Bittersweet, Bright, Dreamy, Easy, Emotional, Flowing, Graceful, Lively, Lonely, Nostalgic, Romantic, Serene, Sweet, Warm

Styles: Ballad, Broadway & Theatre, Drama / Mature, Dramatic Soundtrack, Film Vocal, Romantic Breakup, Romantic Drama, Romantic Passion, Soap Opera, TV Vocal

Regions: England

Lyrical Topics: Loss / Losing, Love, Infidelity

Lyrics

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;

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans;                
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones;
Sing willow, willow, willow;

I called my love false love; but what said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow
If I court more women, you'll couch with more men!
Sing willow, willow, willow