10/28 Choir

Program

Tanzen und Springen	Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612)
Dancing and leaping, singing and ringing, fa la la…
Lutes and fiddles should also not be silent;
To make music and celebrate is all that’s on my mind. fa la la…
Beautiful maidens in the green meadows, fa la la…
To stroll with them and to converse,
to jest in friendly ways delights my heart more than silver and gold. fa la la…

Mille Regretz	Josquin Desprez (ca. 1450-1521)
A thousand regrets at leaving you and putting your lovely face at a distance.
I suffer such deep sorrow and grievous pain that I will soon be seen to end my days.

Calling My Children Home	Doyle Lawson, Charles Waller, Robert Yates
	arr. Joseph Jennings

Sicut Cervus	G. P. da Palestrina (ca.1525-1594)
As the hart years for the water springs; so longs my soul for thee, O God!

It Don’t Mean A Thing	Duke Ellington arr. Jay Althouse

It’s Ragtime!	Scott Joplin/Irving Berlin arr. John Leavitt

Ashtyn Rossman, drums; Kendra Sheldon, bass; Becky Weidman-Winter, piano


El Grillo	Josquin Desprez (ca. 1450-1521)
The cricket is a good singer, he can sing very long, he sings all the time.
But he isn't like the other birds. If they've sung a little bit they go
somewhere else. The cricket remains where he is. When the heat is very fierce
then he sings only for love.

Ye Banks and Braes	Old Scottish Air arr. Stuart Calvert

Andenken	Felix Mendelssohn (1809-1847)
The trees become green everywhere, the flowers bloom again, and, again,
the nightingale sings its old songs. Oh, happy is the one who still sings
and laugh, who also thinks of spring.

All that lies in slumber awakes to new life, and every blossom on each
branch lifts itself to the sun.What is blossom and birdsong to me when
I miss you, miss you everywhere.

O dear heart, and should I never see you again? Therefore spring must
pass without blossom and song. What should the spring be for me?
What is spring without you?

Keep Your Lamps!	Spiritual arr. Andre Thomas

Stephen Walker, congas


A la volette	Stephen Chatman (b. 1950)
Near the fountain a bird sang. A bird on the wing, a bird sang.
I ran to hear it, it made me cry. It made, on the wing, it made me cry.
The little ones left, they knew how to fly. They knew, on the wing,
they knew how to fly. The avid fox ate all of them. All of them,
on the wing, ate all of them.

And their poor mother cried for them all. All of them, on the wing,
cried for them all.
Near the fountain a bird sang. A bird on the wing, a bird sang.

Kuroda Bushi	Japanese Folk Song arr. Francis Baxter
Sake, drink sake, drink without a pause, without fear. But if ever you
drink, you drink to win the finest spear. Bold and strong, you drink your
sake. You conquer if you try. Claim the spear, O gallant warrior,
true Kuroda samurai!

Is it the wind that sings o’er the mountain? Is it the wind among the
pines, or faint sounds of Koto sighing like wind among the pines?
Halting his steed the rider listens, then hears the song again.
Ah, the heart cry for her beloved! Distant murmurs of love.

Jade Rudolph and Dakota Brown, soloists


Down By the Salley Gardens	Irish Folk Tune arr. Ray Henderson

Jessica Bicknell and Lyndsie Conklin, soloists


E Oru O	Nigerian Folk Song adapted by Rosephanye Powell
An important chief who has his palace near the market place is about to appear.

Ashtyn Rossman, Jade Rudolph, Kali Sheldon, Kendra Sheldon, Stephen Walker, percussion