Good Night, Dear Heart (score only) Dan Forrest

Band
Number of Players:Standard
Copyright:2015
Piccolo
Flute 1
Flute 2
Oboe 1-2
Bassoon 1-2
B-flat Clarinet 1
B-flat Clarinet 2
B-flat Clarinet 3
Bass Clarinet
Alto Saxophone 1
Alto Saxophone 2
Tenor Saxophone
Baritone Saxophone

B-flat Cornet (or Trumpet)
F Horn 1-2
F Horn 3-4
Trombone 1
Trombone 2
Euphonium 1 (Baritone TC 1)
Euphonium 2 (Baritone TC 2)
Tuba

Double Bass
Harp

Timpani
Glockenspiel
Vibraphone
Percussion (Chimes, Suspended Cymbal, Small Triangle)
Program note from the original choral piece:

In early October 2008, my brother and his wife found out that the four month old girl that they were soon to adopt from Ethiopia was in the
hospital. They had been making plans for her, staring endlessly at her picture, and loving her from across the ocean, so the news was devastating.
Unable to help her in any physical way, they prayed ceaselessly and made appeals to speed up the legal process in Ethiopia. Initially, she made a
turn for the better, but a few days later, they received the news that she had died. God's plans were not for her to ever see the people who had loved
her from halfway around the world, but for her to be taken instead to His loving arms. For me, life circumstances (whether euphoric or tragic)
have never translated into musical inspiration; the two have always been separate. As a result of this tragedy, though, I found myself longing to
pour out a musical elegy. My search for a suitable text led me all over the internet that night, but, amazingly, it ended with a picture from a
cemetery in my hometown (Elmira, NY), where the great American author Mark Twain and his family are buried. My brother and I, from our
youth, have known the poem that Twain placed on the tombstone of his beloved daughter Susy, when she died unexpectedly at age 24 and left
him heartbroken. I was stunned by the bittersweet irony of this text being from our hometown, and in honor of a beloved daughter who died
unexpectedly. I wrote this setting within a day, and gave it to the BJU Chorale (where I was currently teaching) for a reading. They learned it
in only a few rehearsals, and premiered it in a concert only one week later, as an elegy for Etsegenet and a reminder of the orphans of Ethiopia.