The Concert Singers

present

A Spring Concert

Colleen Cronin, Director

Matthew Baer, Accompanist

Saturday, April 30, 1994

7:30 p.m.

PROGRAM

Il bianco e dolce cigno (Jacob Arcadelt)
Vere languores nostros (Tomás Luis de Victoria)
Three Gypsy Songs, from Zigeunerlieder (Johannes Brahms)
- Dearest One, Remember (Kommt dir manchmal in den Sinn)
- Hark, the Wind Sighs (Horch, der Wind klagt)
- To the Dance (Brauner Bursche führt zum Tanze)

The Turtle Dove (arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams) [John Gaston, Tenor]
Ca' the Yowes (arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams) [John Gaston, Tenor]
Just as the Tide Was Flowing (arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams)
To Be Sung on the Water (Samuel Barber)
Sure on this Shining Night (Samuel Barber)
Come to Me, My Love (Norman Dello Joio)
Neighbors' Chorus (from La jolie parfumeuse) (Jacques Offenbach)

INTERMISSION

The Gift to Be Simple (arr. Bob Chilcott)
Shenandoah (arr. James Erb)
Amazing Grace (arr. John Coates, Jr) [Harris J. Levey, Tenor]
Every Night (arr. Margaret Vance) [Stacy Weitsman, Soprano]
By an' By (arr. Marvin Curtis) [Rita McGreevy, Soprano]
Soon-Ah Will Be Done (William L. Dawson)
Deep River (arr. René Clausen) [Tom Gerhold, Tenor]
Every Time I Feel the Spirit (arr. William L. Dawson) [Jon Christie, Baritone]

Texts and Translations

Il bianco e dolce cigno

Il bianco e dolce cigno cantando more,
ed io piangendo, giung' al fin del viver' mio.
Stran' e diversa sorte,
ch' ei more sconsolato
ed io moro beata morte,
che nel morire
m' empie di gioia tutt' e di desire.
Se nel morir' altro dolor non sento,
di mille mort' il di sarei contento. The white and lovely swan dies singing;
And I, weeping, arrive at the end of my life.
O fate so strange and different
that he dies disheartened
and I die a blessed death,
that dying
fills me with all joy and desire.
If in dying I feel aught but sorrow,
of a thousand deaths I would be content.

Vere languores

Vere languores nostros ipse tulit,
et dolores nostros ipse portavit:
Cujus livore sanati sumus.
Dulce lignum, dulce clavos,
dulcia ferens pondera,
Quae sola fuisti digna sustinere
Regem caelorum et Dominum. Truly he himself bore our griefs,
And he himself carried our sorrows;
By whose stripes we are healed.
Sweet the wood, sweet the nails,
Sweet the weight it bore,
Which alone was worthy to sustain
The King of heaven and the Lord.

Ca' the Yowes

Ca' the yowes tae the knowes,
Ca' them whar the heather grows,
Ca' them whar the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

Hark the mavis' e'enin' sang,
Sounding Cluden's woods amang;
Then a-fauldin' let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou has stown my very heart,
I can die, but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c

While waters wimple tae the sea
While day blinks in the lift sae hie
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e
Ye shall be my dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c

Drive the ewes to the knolls
Drive them where the heather grows
Drive them where the streamlet flows
My lovely dearie.

Hark the song-thrush's evening song,
Sounding among the woods of Cluden,
Then a-folding let us go,
My lovely dearie.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou has stolen my very heart,
I can die, but cannot part [from thee],
My lovely dearie.

While waters flow to the sea,
While day blinks in heaven so high,
Till clay-cold death shall blind my eye,
You shall be my dearie.