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School of Music

presents

Recorded Live

in
Wright Auditorium

T1-5-05

The ECU Women's Chorale
and The University Chorale

Daniel Bara, Mary Goetze,
Jeremy Jones, Jon Johnson,
Anthony Maglione, and Erica Washburn

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East Carolina Unieaitip School of Music
presents

The ECU Women??Ts Chorale
and
??~The University Chorale
featuring |

Dr. Mary Goce
Distinguished Visiting Professor of Music Education
Karen Hall, soprano
Dorthea Taylor, soprano
Alisa Gilliam and Eric Stellrecht, pianists

and
Daniel Bara, Mary Goetze, Jeremy Jones,

Jon Johnson, Anthony Maglione, and
Erica Washburn, conductors _

Dr. Daniel Bara, Director of Choral-Activities

Saturday, November 5, 2005
~ Wright Auditorium
} 8:00 pm

Program

The East Carolina University Women??Ts Chorale
Erica Washburn, conductor
Alisa Gilliam, pianist
Let Evening Come Music: Gwyneth Walker
Text: Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung

let evening come.
Let it come, as it will; and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless,
so let evening come.

Two Love Songs Music: Robert H. Young
I, For Thy Sweet Love Text: William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate, .
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess??~d,

Desiring this man??Ts art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee,??"-and then my state

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~Crawdad Hole , Music: arr. Mary Goetze
. Text: American Folk Song

You get a line and I'll get 2 pole, Honey.
You get a line and I'll get a pole, Babe.
You get a line and I'll get a pole,
We'll go fishinT in a crawdad hole, Honey, Baby mine!
Well sittinT on the bank till my feet get cold, Honey.
SittinT on the bank till my feet get cold, Babe.
SittinT on the bank till my feet get cold,
lookinT down that crawdad hole, Honey, Baby mine!
Well what you gonna do if the pond is dry, Honey? 7
What you gonna do if the pond is dry, Babe? .
What you gonna do if the pond is dry?
Sit on the bank, catch an old horsefi , Honey, Baby mine!
Dr. Mary Goetze, guest conductor

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The University Chorale
Daniel Bara, conductor
Bric Stellrecht, pianist
Blow Ye the Trumpet, , Music: Kirke Méchem

from the opera Jobn Brown, Op. 51 Text: Traditional Hymn
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Sweet is Thy work, my God, my King.
Tl praise my Maker with all my breath.
O happy is the man who hears.
Why should we start, and fear to die,
With songs and honors sounding loud.
Ah, lovely appearance of death.

Anthony Maglione, conductor

Placidoeilmar 14 - 1) Music Wolfgang A. Mozart
from the opera Idomeneo Text: Abbe G. B. Varesco
Placido e il mar, andiamo _ Calm is the sea, now onward,
tutto ci rassicura, everything reassures us,

And fate is our companion,

Felice avrem ventura,

su, su partiamo or of. And now we shall depart.

Soavi zeffiri soli spirate, Blow gently, breezes, you alone can calm,

del freddo borea ITira calmante. come soothe the north wind with your balm.

DTaura piacevole corte si siate, Waft, o pleasant wind, carry our love "
Bear it far o'er land and sea for all to. know.

se da voi spargesi per tutto amore.
Karen Hall, soprano soloist

In Windsor Forest, Music: Ralph Vaughan Williams
a cantata adapted from the opera Sir Jobn in Love ,
2. Drinking Song Text: John Still

Back and side go bare, both foot and hand go cold;
: But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat, my stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink with him that wears a hood,
Though I go bare, take ye no care I am nothing a coldT
I stuff my skin so full within of jolly good ale and old.
I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, and a crab laid in the fire,
A little bread shall do me stead, much bread I no desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind I trow, can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt and thoughly lapt of jolly good ale and old.

And Tib, my wife, that as her life loveth well good ale to seek,
_ Full oft drinks she, till ye may see the tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she trowl to me the bowl, ev'n as a maltworm should;
- And saith ~Sweetheart, I've take part of this jolly good ale and old
Now let them drink till they nod and wink, even as good fellows should,
They shall not miss to have the bliss good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured black bowls, or have them lustily trowled,
God save the lives of them and their wives whether they be young or old.

Jeremy Jones, conductor

Text: Campion and

5. Whether men do laugh or weep
: ~ RossetterTs Book of Airs

Whether men do laugh or weep, whether they do wake or sleep,

Whether they die young or old, whether they feel heat or cold,
There is underneath the sun nothing in true earnest done.

All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best.
Vain opinion all doth sway, and the world is but a play.

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ear My Prayer Music: Felix Mendelssohn
Text: W. Bartholomew

Hear my prayer, or God incline Thine ear!
Thyself from my petition do not hide!
Take heed to me! Hear how in prayer I mourn to Thee!
Without Thee all is dark, I have no guide.

The enemy shouteth, the godless come fast!
Iniquity, hatred, upon me they cast!
The wicked oppress me, Ah where shall I fly?
Perplexed and bewildered, O God, hear my cry!
My heart is sorely paind within my breast,
My soul with deathly terror is oppressed,
Trembling and fearfulness upon me fall,
With horror overwhelm'd, Lord hear me call!
O for the wings of a dove!

Far away would I rove!

In the wilderness build me a nest,

And remain there forever at rest.

Karen Hall, soprano

Music Down in My Soul | Music: Arr. by Moses Hogan
Text: Traditional African-American Spiritual
/ov vp ~T hear music in the air. I can feel it in the ait
~There must be a God somewhere.
113150 _ Over my head I hear music in the air.
Over my head I hear singing in the air.
I go this music down in my soul;
and it fills my heart with the joy of the Lord!
T've got joy " I've got joy everlasting!
I've got peace " I've got peace everlasting!
T've got love " I've got love everlasting!
Oh, yes, I got joy in my heart; joy today!

Do you love the Lord?
I love the Lord!

Dorthea Taylor, soprano
Jon Johnson, conductor

A Song of Songs Musi ae
Text: Ralph Waldo Emerson -
Let me go whereTer I will,
I bear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from alll things young,
From all thatTs fair, from alll thatTs foul,
Peals our a cheerful song,
It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.
~T is not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the p of budding flowers,
Nor in the wedi mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.

Scarborough Fair J hgey tear

, Text: English Folk Ballad
Are you goinT to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, Sage, rosemary and thyme.
me to one who lives there.
She was once a true love of mine.

Bid her make me a cambric shirt,
Sewn without seams or fine needlework,
If she would be a true love of mine.

Have him find me an acre of land,
Lying between seafoam and seasand,
Or he'll not be a true love of mine.

Tell him to plough it with a lambTs horn,
And sew it well with one Peppercorn,
Ere he be a true love of mine.
When at last he has finished his work.
He'll come to claim his cambric shirt,
And ever be a true love of mine.

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(Like to the lark at break of day ising

| From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate:
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
- That then I scorn to change my state with kingsT.

2, Sequel : Text: Song of Solomon 8:6

Set me as a seal upon thine heart,
as a seal upon thine arm.
For love is strong as death.

Zion's Walls | Music: Aaron Copland
arr. Glenn Koponen
Text: Revivalist Song

Come sisters and brothers,
Come join us in singing the praises of Zion.
_ O fathers donTt you feel determined
to meet within the walls of Zion.
We'll shout and go round the walls of Zion.
Erica Washburn, conductor

| Fire joe Music: arr. Mary Goetze

Text: Patricia Taylor, Age I3

I am fire. You know me
For my warmth and light
Colored light
Which comforts all.
I am fire. You know me

Burning, destroying hunger
Which eats all.
I am fire. T have one foe

Soprano |
Elizabeth Betancourt
Keri Brockett

Janelle Gladney
Jessica Joslin ©

Kare Koballa

Lauren McKinney
Amber Michael

Personnel

Women's Chorale

University Chorale

Laura Porter
Nell Seigler
Rozanna Vancil