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Dies Irae
From Requiem by Giuseppe Verdi
Latin:
Dies irae, Dies illia
Solvet saeclum en favilla
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
English:
Day of wrath and doom impending
David's word with Sibyl's blending
Heaven and earth in ashes ending
Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth
When from heaven the Judge descendeth
On whosе sentence all dеpendeth
Dark Night of the Soul
Lyrics by St. John of the Cross
Music by Ola Gjeilo
One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
~Ah, the sheer grace!~
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.
In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
~Ah, the sheer grace!~
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.
On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
~Ah, the sheer grace!~
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.
~On that night, on that glad night~
~Ah, the grace, Ah, the sheer grace!~
Dark Night of the Soul
Death Shall Not Destroy My Comfort
A Melody from The Olive Leaf, 1878
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
Death shall not destroy my comfort,
Christ shall guide me through the gloom;
Down He'll send some heav'nly convoy,
to escort my spirit home.
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior,
Oh, hallelujah! That I do;
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Mourners, you may love Him too.
Jordan's stream shall not o'erflow me,
while my Savior's by my side;
Canaan, Canaan lies before me!
Soon I'll cross the swelling tide.
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior,
Oh, hallelujah! That I do;
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Mourners, you may love Him too.
See the happy spirits waiting,
on the banks beyond the stream!
Sweet responses still repeating,
"Jesus! Jesus!" is their theme.
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Oh, hallelujah! That I do;
Hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Mourners, you may love Him too.
Oh, hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Oh, hallelujah! That I do;
Oh hallelujah! How I love my Savior!
Mourners, you may love Him too.
Standing On The Promises
Lyrics and Music by Russell K. Carter
Arranged by Ryan Murphy
1.
Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.
Chorus:
Standing, Standing,
Standing on the promises of Christ my Savior,
Standing, Standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.
2.
Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.
(Chorus)
3.
Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.
(Chorus)
4.
Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call,
Resting in my Savior as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.
(Chorus)
Carry the Light
By Andy Beck
I will carry the light, like a candle that shines in the night,
I'll be a beacon that's burning bright, I will carry the light.
Lux aeterna, Lux aeterna the light inside of me,
Lux aeterna, Lux aeterna will shine eternally.
There's a light that's inside that I'm not gonna hide,
'cause that light will make the embers ignite.
And the light that's in me will forever be,
I will carry the light.
This Little Light of Mine
Arr. Merrill Webb
I’ve got a little guiding light.
I’m gonna let it shine.
I’ve got a little guiding light.
I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let is shine,
Ev’ry day, ev’ry day, ev’ry day in every way.
I’m gonna let my little light shine.
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine!
This little light of mine
I’m gone let it shine!
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let is shine,
Ev’ry day, ev’ry day, ev’ry day in every way.
I’m gonna let my little light shine.
I will let my little light shine
I will let it shine each day!
Yes I will let my little light shine,
Shine it ev’ry day
Oh I will never let it stop,
I will let it shine every day!
Ev’ry day! Ev’ry day in ev’ry way
Oh I will let it shine!
Well on a Monday He gave me the Gift of Love.
Well on a Tuesday Peace came down from up above.
Well on a Wen’sday He told me just a-what to say.
Well on a Thursday He gave me the Power to pray.
Well on a Friday He gave me just a little more faith.
Well on a Saturday He gave me a whole lotta Grace!
Well on a Sunday He gave me the Power Divine
To let me little light shine!
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine!
This little light of mine
I’m gone let it shine!
This little light of mine
I’m gonna let is shine,
Ev’ry day, ev’ry day, ev’ry day in every way.
I’m gonna let my little light shine.
All Things New
Lyrics by Frances Havergal
and adapted from Rev. 21:5-6
Music by Elaine Hagenberg
Light after darkness, gain after loss
Strength after weakness, crown after cross;
Sweet after bitter, hope after fears
Home after wandering, praise after tears.
Alpha and Omega, beginning and the end,
He is making all things new,
Springs of living water shall wash away each tear.
He is making all things new,
He is making all things new.
Sight after mystery, sun after rain,
Joy after sorrow, peace after pain,
Near after distant, gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness, life after tomb.
Alpha and Omega, beginning and the end,
He is making all things new,
Springs of living water shall wash away each tear.
He is making all things new,
He is making all things new.
He is making all,
He is making all,
He is making all things new.
Lux Aeterna
A choral setting of Nimrod from the Enigma Variations Op. 36
Text from the Requiem Mass
Music by Edward Elgar
Arranged by John Cameron
Latin:
Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine:
Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,
Quia pius es.
Lux aeterna luceat eis, lux perpetua, Domine,
Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,
Lux perpetua luceat eis, luceat eis.
Quia pius, luceat eis, Domine.
Lux aeterna luceat, perpetua,
Requiem aeternam, lux perpetua, Domine:
Lux aeterna,
Requiem aeternam dona eis,
Requiem, lux perpetua,
Requiem, dona eis, Domine.
Lux aeterna, Requiem.
English:
May light eternal shine upon them, O Lord,
with Thy saints forever, for Thou art merciful.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and may perpetual light shine upon them.
My Lord, what a morning’
Lyrics adapted from Rev. 8:10
Harmonized and Arranged by H. T. Burleigh
My Lord what a mornin’,
My Lord what a mornin’,
Oh, my Lord what a mornin’,
When de stars begin to fall,
My Lord what a mornin’,
My Lord what a mornin’,
Oh, my Lord what a mornin’,
When de stars begin to fall.
Done quit all my worl’ly ways,
Done quit all my worl’ly ways,
Done quit all my worl’ly ways
Jine dat hebbenly ban’
Oh! My Lord what a mornin’
My Lord what a mornin’
Oh, my Lord what a mornin’,
When de stars begin to fall,
When de stars begin to fall.
Morning Has Broken
Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)
Traditional Gaelic melody
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them, springing fresh from the Word!
Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first few fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Spring in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight; mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning,
God’s recreation of the new day!
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning,
God’s recreation of the new day!
It Is Well With My Soul
Lyrics by Horatio G. Spafford (1828-1888)
Music by Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876)
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
‘It is well, it is well with my soul.’
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control;
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed his own blood for my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend;
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul;
It is well, it is well with my soul.
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
Then from each dark, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will.
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearthstones of a continent,
And made forlorn the households born
Of peace on earth, good will.
And with the sound the carols drowned
[Down with the traitor!
Kill that Yankee soldier
I’ll march away to the firing line
And kill that Yankee soldier!]
Of peace on earth, good will!
Of peace on earth good will to men!
Of peace on earth good will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men!”
‘Til ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day.
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.
Ode to Joy
German:
Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligthum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
was die Mode streng getheilt,
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt;
deine Zauber binden wieder,
was die Mode streng getheilt;
alle Menschen werden Brüder,
wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen,
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt,
der ganzen Welt!
Brüder! über’m Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater,
ein lieber Vater, wohnen,
ein lieber Vater, wohnen.
Seid umschlungen,
Seid umschlungen!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
der ganzen Welt!
der ganzen Welt!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
der ganzen Welt!
der ganzen, ganzen Welt!
der ganzen Welt!
Freude, Freude,
schöner Götterfunken!
schöner Götterfunken!
Tochter aus Elysium!
Freude, schöner Götterfunken!
Götterfunken!
English:
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire drunken we are entering
Heavenly, thy holy home!
Thy enchantments bind together,
what did custom stern divide,
Every man becomes a brother,
where thy gentle wings abide.
Thy enchantments bind together
what did custom stern divide,
Every man becomes a brother,
where thy gentle wings abide.
Be embraced ye millions yonder,
Take this kiss throughout the world,
throughout the world!
Brother! O’er the star unfurled
must reside a father,
a loving father,
a loving father.
Be embraced ye,
be embraced ye!
Take this kiss throughout the world,
throughout the world!
throughout the world!
Take this kiss throughout the world,
throughout the world!
throughout, throughout the world!
throughout the world!
Joy thou, Joy thou,
beauteous godly lightning,
beauteous godly lightning,
Daughter of Elysium!
Joy thou beauteous godly lightning,
godly lightning!
From Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9
Lyrics by Friedrich Schiller
Music by Ludwig van Beethoven
I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General
From THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE
Lyrics by W. S. Gilbert Music by Arthur Sullivan
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral,
I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I’m very well acquainted, too with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I’m teeming with a lot o’ news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hy-pot-e-pot-e-nuse.
I’m very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
I know our mythic history, King Arthur’s and Sir Caradoc’s;
I answer hard acrostics, I’ve a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I’ve heard the music’s din afore,
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pin-a-pin-a-fore.
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev’ry detail of Caractacus’s uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
In fact, when I know what is meant by “mamelon” and “ravelin”,
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I’m more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by “commissariat”,
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery.
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery –
In short, when I’ve a smattering of elemental strategy –
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee.
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee,
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee,
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a, sat a gee.
For my military knowledge, though I’m plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
*Gilbert wrote “Gineral”, which rhymes with mineral.
The Impossible Dream
From MAN OF LA MANCHA
Lyrics by Joe Darion Music by Mitch Leigh
Arranged by Mark Hayes
To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
to run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong,
to love, pure and chaste, from afar,
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star!
This is my quest, to follow that star,
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
to fight for the right without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest,
that my heart will lie peaceful and calm,
when I’m laid to my rest,
and the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars,
still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
to reach the unreachable stars.
This is my quest, to follow that star,
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
to fight for the right without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest,
that my heart will lie peaceful and calm,
when I’m laid to my rest,
and the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars,
still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
to reach the unreachable stars,
the unreachable stars,
the unreachable stars!
Lily’s Eyes
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
Strangely quiet, but now the storm simply rests to strike again.
Standing, waiting, I think of her,
I think of her.
Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room yet remains, she lingers on.
Something stirs me to think of her,
I think of her.
From death she casts her spell.
All night we hear her sighs.
And now a girl has come who has her eyes.
She has her eyes, the girl has Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that say him happy long ago.
Those eyes that gave him life and hope he’d never known.
How can he see the girl and miss those hazel eyes?
She has her eyes, the girl has Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that closed and left me all alone.
Those eyes I feel will never ever let me go.
How can I see this girl who has her hazel eyes?
In Lily’s eyes a castle, this house seemed to be;
and I her bravest knight became.
My lady fair was she.
She has her eyes, she has my Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that loved my brother – never me.
Those eyes that never saw me, never knew I longed
to hold her close, to live at last in Lily’s eyes.
Imagine me, a lover.
I longed for the day she’d turn and see me standing there.
Would God have let her stay?
She has her eyes, she has my Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that saw me happy long ago.
(Those eyes that first I loved so.)
How can I now forget that once I dared to be . . .
(How can I now forget that I dared to be . . .)
. . . in love, alive and whole?
In Lily’s eyes!
In Lily’s eyes!
Hold On
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
When you see the storm is comin’, see the lightning part the skies,
it’s too late to run, there’s terror in your eyes,
what you do then is remember this old thing you heard me say:
“It’s the storm, not you, that’s bound to go away.”
Hold on, hold on to someone standing by,
hold on, don’t even ask how long or why.
Child, hold on to what you know is true,
hold on ‘till you get through, child, oh child hold on.
When you feel your heart is poundin’ fear a devil’s at your door
there’s no place to hide, you’re frozen to the floor.
What you do then, is you force yourself to wake up, and you say:
“It’s this dream, not me, that’s bound to go away.”
Hold on, hold on, the night will soon be by,
hold on, until there’s nothing left to try.
Child, hold on, there’s angels on their way. Hold on and hear them say:
“Child, oh child,” and it doesn’t even matter if the danger and the doom
come from up above, or down below, or just come flyin’ at you from across the room.
When you see a man who’s raging, and he’s jealous, and he fears
that you’ve walked through walls he’s hid behind for years,
what you do then is you tell yourself to wait it out and say:
“It’s this day, not me, that’s bound to go away.”
Child, hold on, it’s this day, not you,
that’s bound to go away.
Come to My Garden
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
Come to my garden nestled in the hill.
There I'll keep you safe beside me.
Come to my garden rest there in my arms.
There I'll see you safely grown and on your way.
Stay there in my garden where love grows free and wild.
Come to my garden
Come, Sweet Child!
Lift me up and lead me to the garden where life begins anew
where I'll love you and I'll find you love me, too.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden (Come to my garden.)
where love grows deep and true, (Rest there in my arms.)
where I'll tell you, (There I'll)
where I'll show you my new life. (see you safely grown)
I will live for you. (and on your way.)
I shall see you in your garden (I shall see you in my garden,)
and spring will come and stay (where love grows free and wild.)
Lift me up and lead me to the garden. (Come to my garden.)
Come, sweet day.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden where love grows deep and true (strong)
Where I’ll tell you. Where I’ll show you my new life. I will live for you.
I shall see you in my garden where love grows free and wild.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden,
Come, sweet day!
Agony
From INTO THE WOODS
Stephen Sondheim
Rapunzel's Prince is the pompous and arrogant brother of Cinderella's Prince. Sibling rivalry runs rampant between the brothers, including each brother's belief that his lady love is the most beautiful.
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Did I abuse her or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her how shall I regain the heart she has won from me?
Agony—! Beyond power of speech!
When the one thing you want is the only thing out of your reach.
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
High in her tower she sits by the hour maintaining her hair.
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming a lighthearted air:
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—
Agony—! Far more painful than yours!
When you know she would go with you, if there only were doors.
BOTH PRINCES
Agony!
Oh, the torture they teach!
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
What's as intriguing—
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Or half so fatiguing-
BOTH PRINCES
As what’s out of reach?
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate,
charming, as kind as I’m handsome and heir to a throne?
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
You are everything maidens could wish for!
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Then why no—?
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Do I know?
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
The girl must be mad
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
You know nothing of madness!
Till you're climbing her hair and you see her up there
as you're nearing her, all the while hearing her
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah –“
BOTH PRINCES
Agony!
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Misery!
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Woe!
BOTH PRINCES
Though it's different for each
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Always ten steps behind –
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Always ten feet below –
BOTH PRINCES
And she's just out of reach.
Agony!
That can cut like a knife!
I must have her to wife!
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
One Day More
From LES MISÉRABLES
Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg
Original French Lyrics by Alain Boublil & Jean-Marc Natel
English-language Libretto by Herbert Kretzmer
VALJEAN
One day more,
Another day, another destiny,
This never ending road to Calvary,
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more.
MARIUS
I did not live until today.
How can I live when we are parted?
VALJEAN
One day more.
MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be world’s away.
And yet with you my world has started.
EPONINE
One more day all on my own.
MARIUS & COSETTE
Will we ever meet again?
EPONINE
One more day with him not caring.
MARIUS & COSETTE
I was born to be with you.
EPONINE
What a life I might have known.
MARIUS & COSETTE
And I swear I will be true.
EPONINE
But he never saw me there.
ENJOLRAS & MARIUS
One more day before the storm.
Do I follow where she goes?
At the barricades of freedom.
Shall I join my brothers there?
When our ranks begin to form,
Do I stay, and do I dare?
Will you take your place with me?
ALL
The time is now, the day is here!
VALJEAN
One day more!
JAVERT
One day more to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud,
We’ll be ready for these schoolboys.
They will wet themselves with blood.
VALJEAN
One day more!
M. & MME. THENARDIER
Watch ‘em run amuck.
Catch 'em as they fall.
Never know your luck when there's a free for all.
Here a little ‘dip’.
There a little ‘touch’.
Most of them are goners so they won't miss much!
STUDENTS
One day to a new beginning
Raise the flag of freedom high.
Every man will be a king,
Every man will be a king!
There's a new world for the winning,
There's a new world to be won.
Do you hear the people sing?
MARIUS
My place is here, I fight with you!
VALJEAN
One day more!
MARIUS & COSETTE
I did not live until today,
JAVERT
I will join these people's heroes, I will follow where they go,
THENARDIERS
Watch ‘em run amuck,
Catch ‘em as they fall,
EPONINE
One more day all on my own.
MARIUS & COSETTE
How can I live when we are parted?
JAVERT
I will learn their little secrets I will know the things they know.
THENARDIERS
Here a little ‘dip’,
There a little ‘touch’,
VALJEAN
One day more!
MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away,
JAVERT
One more day to revolution.
THENARDIERS
Watch ‘em run amuck.
Catch ‘em as they fall.
EPONINE
What a life I might have known.
JAVERT
We will nip it in the bud:
THENARDIERS
Never know your luck when there’s a free for all.
MARIUS & COSETTE
And yet with you my world has started.
JAVERT
We’ll be ready for these school boys.
VALJEAN & JAVERT
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day,
ALL
Tomorrow we’ll discover what our God in heaven has in store,
One more dawn,
One more day,
One day more!
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
Thank you!
From all of us in Ensign Symphony & Chorus - Thank you for attending tonight! Please share your reviews and photos on social media.




