Mark Hilliard Wilson is a multifaceted artist, interested in communicating his deep love of the stories behind the music he plays and celebrating the timeless beauty of the music while also addressing its relevance todays issues.
Hi Saad, here you go. www.stringsbymail.com/cardoso-24-piezas-sudamericanas-for-solo-guitar-13262.html. Thank you for supporting composers and publishers in a tough time
White Wing When I looked at the land burning Like a St. John's Eve bonfire I asked God from the sky, oh Why such mistreatment? I asked God from the sky, oh Why such mistreatment? What a blaze, what an oven Not a plant in sight Due to the lack of water, I lost my cattle My bay horse died of thirst Due to the lack of water, I lost my cattle My bay horse died of thirst Even the white-winged bird Flew away from the hinterland So then, I said: farewell, Rosinha Keep my heart with you So then, I said: farewell, Rosinha Keep my heart with you Today, far away, many miles In a sad solitude I wait for the rain to fall again So I can return to my hinterland I wait for the rain to fall again So I can return to my hinterland When the green of your eyes Spreads across the plantation I assure you, don't cry, you see That I will return, you see, my heart I assure you, don't cry, you see That I will return, you see, my heart.
Thank yu Rick, this was done in the chapel and yes, I just put the phone up a sec before playing. I love playing here and thought the acoustics might be good, even at this disadvantaged position. I hope to hear something from one of the other people that recorded that night in better positions at some point
