Concert Selections from our 2010 concert
Afternoon on a Hill - Music by Eric Barnum, Lyrics by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun,
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes,
I will watch the wind bow down the grass
and the grass rise.
When lights begin to show up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine and start down.
I will touch a hundred flowers.
Arise My Love, My Fair One- Tom Walworth - Text from the Song of Solomon, adapted by Tom Walworth and Ellen Barber-Walworth
Arise, by love, my fair one and come away.
For the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in the land.
O my love, in the clefts of the rock, the coverts of the cliff.
Let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for both are comely and fair.
O, that you would kiss me with kisses of your mouth,
For your love is better, is better than wine.
You have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes,
For love is strong as Death.
It burns like a blazing fire, like a burning flame.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
Make haste my beloved, come away.
Arise my love, my fair one, and come away.
Benedizione - by Joan Szymko, Lyrics, Italian with translation here
The Lord bless you and keep you.
May he show His face to you and have mercy on you.
May He turn His gaze to you and give you peace.
A City Called Heaven - Josephine Poelinitz - Performed by TTBB, Chor Anno
I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow
I'm left in this wide world, this wide world alone
Ain't got no hope, got no hope for tomorrow
Trying to make it, make heaven my home
I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow
I'm left in this wide world, this wide world alone
Ain't got no hope, got no hope for tomorrow
Trying to make it, make heaven my home
Sometimes I'm tossed and I'm driven, Lord
Heard of a city, a city called heaven
Trying to make it, make heaven my home
Heaven
MLK - by Bob Chilcott, Lyrics by U2, from Martin Luther King speeches - (soloist: Joe Strandjord)
Sleep, sleep tonight, and may your dreams be realized.
If the thundercloud passes rain,
So let it rain, rain down on him.
So let it be.
Simple Gifts - Arr. Grant Cochran, Quaker song
'Tis a gift to be sinple, 'tis a gift to be free,
'Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in a place just right,
T'will be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
to have and to bend we shan't be ashame.
To turn, turn, will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning, we come 'round right.
Tyger, Tyger - poetry by William Blake, music by Reginald Unterseher
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?