20030501
Labels: Decca Records
1 | Henry Clifford: Prelude | Isaac Albéniz | 6:49 |
2 | Henry Clifford: Sloes are blossoming in the hedges | Isaac Albéniz | 4:11 |
3 | Henry Clifford: Our Lady of Bolton preserve thee, Henry mine! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:51 |
4 | Henry Clifford: O Mother, why didst thou deny my longing for the fray? | Isaac Albéniz | 3:23 |
5 | Henry Clifford: Someone approaches | Isaac Albéniz | 1:26 |
6 | Henry Clifford: So am I quite unknown? | Isaac Albéniz | 8:26 |
7 | Henry Clifford: Beware! She is a witch! | Isaac Albéniz | 0:48 |
8 | Henry Clifford: All is lost! The battle's o'er! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:06 |
9 | Henry Clifford: Sir John Saint John approaches! | Isaac Albéniz | 3:16 |
10 | Henry Clifford: All the night our force he led | Isaac Albéniz | 1:18 |
11 | Henry Clifford: Pray for the soul of a chieftan departed! | Isaac Albéniz | 3:25 |
12 | Henry Clifford: To arms! this mandate to resist writ with my father's | Isaac Albéniz | 1:40 |
13 | Henry Clifford: What feeble wit is here | Isaac Albéniz | 6:12 |
14 | Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions mysteriously stealing | Isaac Albéniz | 2:39 |
15 | Henry Clifford: The foe draws near! | Isaac Albéniz | 1:23 |
16 | Henry Clifford: Come hither, Colin, faithful henchman, thou! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:53 |
17 | Henry Clifford: Edward the King! March with a swing! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:15 |
18 | Henry Clifford: Safe! Safe beyond the seas! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:25 |
19 | Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies | Isaac Albéniz | 5:51 |
20 | Henry Clifford: Woe is me to love a fairy! | Isaac Albéniz | 3:35 |
1 | Henry Clifford: Dance of the fairies | Isaac Albéniz | 2:45 |
2 | Henry Clifford: Spirits of the flowers truant from honeyed cages | Isaac Albéniz | 2:05 |
3 | Henry Clifford: Sweet are the visions, mysteriously stealing. | Isaac Albéniz | 2:26 |
4 | Henry Clifford: Lovely vision, dream delightful, wilt thou vanish | Isaac Albéniz | 8:28 |
5 | Henry Clifford: Children, let the plighted troth like a ring enfold. | Isaac Albéniz | 2:21 |
6 | Henry Clifford: These honest men against their will are outlaws | Isaac Albéniz | 2:29 |
7 | Henry Clifford: Ballet and Chorus | Isaac Albéniz | 3:42 |
8 | Henry Clifford: When the breezes are still | Isaac Albéniz | 2:01 |
9 | Henry Clifford: My son! They come to seek thee! Look! | Isaac Albéniz | 1:10 |
10 | Henry Clifford: Edward for King! March with a swing! | Isaac Albéniz | 3:08 |
11 | Henry Clifford: Introduction | Isaac Albéniz | 1:09 |
12 | Henry Clifford: Said Dick to the Devil, "Come, sell me your dice" | Isaac Albéniz | 1:04 |
13 | Henry Clifford: The Earl of Richmond landed | Isaac Albéniz | 1:46 |
14 | Henry Clifford: Alas! The days are gathered and laid by | Isaac Albéniz | 5:09 |
15 | Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour! | Isaac Albéniz | 3:11 |
16 | Henry Clifford: 'Tis I, sweet friend! To thee I bend! | Isaac Albéniz | 1:22 |
17 | Henry Clifford: Adieu, mine own heart true! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:56 |
18 | Henry Clifford: Lady, 'tis the trysting hour! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:41 |
19 | Henry Clifford: My heart is faint! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:02 |
20 | Henry Clifford: My shepherd lord, I wish thee joy | Isaac Albéniz | 3:05 |
21 | Henry Clifford: Cease, cease thy weeping wild and listen. | Isaac Albéniz | 3:21 |
22 | Henry Clifford: Shall loyalty to phantom right our yearning heart. | Isaac Albéniz | 4:14 |
23 | Henry Clifford: Remember Towton! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:00 |
24 | Henry Clifford: For fear of pain flee not the right! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:17 |
25 | Henry Clifford: What ho! The guard! The guard! | Isaac Albéniz | 0:32 |
26 | Henry Clifford: Richard is dead, and Richmond reigns! | Isaac Albéniz | 1:22 |
27 | Henry Clifford: Not mine vengeance! Not mine repayment! | Isaac Albéniz | 2:44 |
28 | Henry Clifford: Hail! Hail! All Hail! | Isaac Albéniz | 0:46 |