His Voice as the Sound
Music & Lyrics by Joseph Swain
Arranged by Ken Owen
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet
Is heard through the shadow of death.
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet;
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His words like a fountain of righteousness flow
That waters the garden of grace.
The source of salvation all people shall know
And bask in the smile of His face.
The robes of His righteousness who can describe?
Their purity words would defile.
The heav’ns to his presence their beauties ascribe,
And earth is made rich by His smile.
The warmth of His mercy in excellence bright
Shines down from His kingdom above.
Like morning, He fills all creation with light
And comforts His people with love,
He comforts His people with love.
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And Myriads wait for His word.
He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Dear Shepherd, I hear and will follow Thy call;
I know the sweet sound of Thy voice.
Restore and protect me for Thou art my All;
In Thee, will I ever rejoice!
Wade in de Water
Traditional Spiritual
Arranged by Allen Koepke
Wade in de water, children, wade in de water.
Wade in de water, children, wade in de water.
Wade in de water, children, wade in de water.
Wade in de water, children, wade in de water.
Wade in de water, children, children, oh wade in de water,
Wade in de water, children wade in de water,
God is gonna trouble de water, my Lord,
Trouble, trouble, trouble in de water, my Lord,
de water, water, water, children.
Wade in de water, children, children wade.
Chills de body, and not de soul
River Jordan, chills, chills de body, and not de soul.
Well, de River Jordan is so chilly an’ cold but not de soul.
God’s gonna trouble de water.
Wading in de water, my children.
Trouble, trouble, God’s gonna trouble.
River Jordan, Jordan is chilly.
Children, children, wade in de water.
Trouble, trouble, God’s gonna trouble.
River Jordan’s chilly, so chilly.
Wade in de water, children, children wade.
Trouble, there’s gonna be trouble in de water.
Trouble, trouble, trouble in de water.
Wade in de water, children, wade in de water, water, my children,
Wade in de water, children.
God’s gonna trouble de water,
God’s gonna trouble de water,
God’s gonna trouble de water.
Wade in de wa, wade in de wa, wade in de water, children,
wade in de wa, wade in de wa, wade in de water, children,
Wade in de water, children, children wade.
My Lord, my Lord.
Hark, I Hear the Harps Eternal
Traditional Hymn
Arranged by Alice Parker
Hark, I hear the harps eternal ringing on the farther shore,
As I near those swollen waters with their deep and solemn roar.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory to the great I AM!
And my soul though stained with sorrow, fading as the light of day,
Passes swiftly o’er those waters, to the city far away.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory to the great I AM!
Souls have crossed before me, saintly, to that land of perfect rest;
And I hear them singing faintly in the mansions of the blest.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Glory to the great I AM!
Pilgrim Song
Traditional American
Adapted & Arranged by Ryan Murphy
My brethren, I have found
a land that doth abound
with fruit as sweet as honey;
The more I eat, I find,
the more I am inclined
to shout and sing hosanna.
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know the glory of my Savior;
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song, I’m going to live forever.
Perhaps you think me wild,
or simple as a child;
I am a child of glory;
I am born from above,
my soul is filled with love;
I love to tell the story.
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know the glory of my Savior;
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song, I’m going to live forever.
My soul now sits and sings
and practices its wings,
and contemplates the hour,
when the messenger shall say,
‘Come quit this house of clay,
and with bright angels tower.’
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know the glory of my Savior;
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song, I’m going to live forever.
And as I pass along
I’ll sing the Christian song,
I’m going to live forever.
Bread of Life, Living Water
Music & Lyrics by Annette Dickman
Arranged by Ken Owen
In the Garden, Jesus suffered
Ev’ry sin and ev’ry woe—
Bleeding drops from ev’ry pore,
That we might forgiveness know.
Bread of Life, Living Water,
Feed my soul, fill my heart.
Lord, give me new life in Thee
And make me whole—complete and holy—
Bound to Thee eternally.
Jesus sacrificed His body
On the cross in bitter pain—
Freely gave His life for us
So that we would live again.
Bread of Life, Living Water,
Feed my soul, fill my heart.
Lord, give me new life in Thee
And make me whole—complete and holy—
Bound to Thee eternally.
Now I come before the altar,
Off’ring Him my broken heart,
Seeking for the precious gifts
His Atonement can impart.
Bread of Life, Living Water,
Feed my soul, fill my heart.
Lord, give me new life in Thee
And make me whole—complete and holy—
Bound to Thee eternally.
All Creatures of Our God and King
Traditional German Melody
Arranged by Barlow Bradford
All creatures of our God and King,
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam,
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Oh, praise him!
Alleluia!
Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
Ye clouds that sail in heav’n along,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice;
Ye light of evening, find a voice,
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Oh, praise him!
Alleluia!
Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
That gives to man both warmth and light,
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Oh, praise him!
Alleluia!
Dear Mother Earth, who day by day
Unfoldest blessing on our way,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The flow’rs and fruit that in thee grow,
Let them his glory also show,
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Oh, praise him!
Alleluia!
Let the River Run
From Working Girl
Music & Lyrics by Carly Simon
Arranged by Craig Hella Johnson
Coming to the edge, running on the water,
Running, running, running, running, coming to the…
Come, come, come, come, running on the water,
Water, we’re running on the water,
Come, come, come, come,
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise; the morning lights the streets that meet them
And sirens call them on with a song.
It′s asking for the taking, trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge, running on the water,
Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise; the morning lights the streets that meet them
And sirens call them on with a song.
Coming to the edge, running on the water
Coming to the edge, running on the water,
Come! Come!
Peace Like a River
African-American Spiritual
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river in my soul.
I’ve got faith like a river,
I’ve got faith like a river,
I’ve got faith like a river in my soul.
I’ve got hope like a river,
I’ve got hope like a river,
I’ve got hope like a river in my soul.
I’ve got love like a river,
I’ve got love like a river,
I’ve got love like a river in my soul.
I’ve got faith like a river,
I’ve got hope like a river,
I’ve got love like a river in my soul.
A ‘Soalin’
Paul Stookey, Tracy Batteast, Elena Mezzetti
Arr. Ronald Staheli
Hey ho, nobody home,
Meat nor drink nor money have I none,
Yet shall we be merry,
Hey ho, nobody home,
Meat nor drink nor money have I none,
Yet shall we be merry,
Hey ho, nobody home,
Hey ho, nobody home,
Soal, a soal, a soalcake,
Please, good missus a soalcake,
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry,
One for Peter, two for Paul,
Three for Him who made us all.
God bless the master of this house and the mistress, also,
And all the little children that round your table grow.
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door,
And all that dwell within your gates we wish you ten times more.
Soal, a Soal, a soalcake,
Please, good missus a soalcake,
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry,
One for Peter, two for Paul,
Three for Him who made us all.
Here we come a-caroling among the leaves so green
Here we come a wand’ring so fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you, and a Merry Christmas too,
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.
Go down into the cellar and see what you can find.
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind.
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawberr’,
For we’ll come no more a-soalin’ till this time next year.
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace,
This holy tide of Christmas, of beauty and of grace,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day,
To save us all, God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day.
From God our Heav’nly Father the blessed Angels came,
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same.
That there was born in Bethlehem the Son of God by name:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin,
I have a little pocket to put a penny in.
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do,
If you haven’t got a ha’penny then GOD BLESS YOU!
God bless the master of this house and bless the mistress too,
And all the little children that round your table grow.
Love and joy come to you, and a Merry Christmas too,
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year, with comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Hey ho, nobody home
This blessed time of Christmas yet shall we be merry
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Love and joy come to you
A soalcake, Hey ho, nobody home, please good missus
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
And God bless you!
Down by the Riverside
American traditional song
Arranged by John Rutter
I’m goin’ to lay down my heavy load
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside,
I’m goin’ to lay down my heavy load
Down by the riverside, I ain’t gonna study war no more.
Chorus -
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more.
I’m goin’ to lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside,
I’m goin’ to lay down my sword and shield
Down by the riverside, And I ain’t gonna study war no more.
Chorus –
I’m goin’ to put on my trav’lin’ shoes
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside,
I’m goin’ to put on my trav’lin’ shoes
Down by the riverside, And I ain’t gonna study war no more.
Chorus –
I’m goin’ to put on my long white robe
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside,
I’m goin’ to put on my long white robe
Down by the riverside, And I ain’t gonna study war no more.
Chorus –
(Audience invited to sing with us!)
I’m goin’ to put on my starry crown
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside,
I’m goin’ to put on my starry crown
Down by the riverside, And I ain’t gonna study war no more.
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more,
I ain’t gonna study war no more, I ain’t gonna study war no more!
Deep River
African-American Spiritual
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
Deep river, my home is over Jordan.
Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into camp ground.
Oh, don't you want to go to that gospel feast,
that promised land where all is peace?
Deep river, my home is over Jordan.
Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into camp ground.
Amen.
Shenandoah
Traditional American Folksong
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
O Shenando’, I long to hear you.
‘Way, you rollin’ river.
O Shenando’, I long to hear you.
‘Way, we’re bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
O Shenando’, I long to see you.
‘Way, you rollin’ river.
O Shenando’, I long to see you.
‘Way, we’re bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
‘Tis seven long years since last I saw you,
‘Way, you rollin’ river.
‘Tis seven long years since last I saw you,
‘Way we’re bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
O Shenando’ I long to see you.
‘Way, you rollin’ river.
O Shenando’, I long to see you.
‘Way, we’re bound away,
Across the wide Missouri.
O Shenando’, I long to see you,
Across the wide Missouri,
O Shenando’,
Missouri,
O Shenando’,
Missouri,
O Shenando’.
Shenando’.
“Thanks be to God!”
No. 20 Chorus from Felix Mendelssohn’s oratorio Elijah, Op. 70
Thanks be to God, He laveth the thirsty land.
The waters gather, they rush along! They are lifting their voices!
Thanks be to God, He laveth the thirsty land.
The stormy billows are high, their fury is mighty;
But the Lord is above them, and Almighty.
Thanks be to God, He laveth the thirsty land.
The waters gather, they rush along!
Thanks be to God, He laveth the thirsty land.
Thanks be to God, He laveth the thirsty land.
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Melody from Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, 1813
Lyrics by Robert Robinson, an English pastor when he was 22 years old, 1758
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Prone to wander Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
Prone to wander Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
Seal it for thy courts above.
A Celtic Prayer
Barry Peters
May the Christ who walks on wounded feet walk with you on the road.
May the Christ who serves with wounded hands stretch out your hands to serve.
May the Christ who loves with a wounded heart open up your hearts to love.
May you see the face of Christ in everyone you meet,
And may everyone you meet see the face of Christ in you.
Amen
Selections from The Music Man
Ya Got Trouble
Harold:
…either you're closing your eyes to a situation you do now wish to acknowledge, or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated by the presence of a pool table in your community! Well…
...ya got trouble my friend.
Right here I say, trouble right in [Emerald City]! Why sure, I'm a billiard player,
Certainly, mighty proud, I say I'm always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden,
Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye.
Did you ever take and try to find an iron-clad leave* for yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?
But just as I say it takes judgement, brains and maturity to score
In a balkline* game, I say that any boob*
Can take and shove a ball in a pocket.
And I call that sloth, the first big step on the road to the depths of deg-ra-day—
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle!
And the next thing you know your son is playing for money in a pinch-back suit
And listenin' to some big outta town jasper, hearin' him tell about horse race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no, but a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey boy, settin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Now friends, let me tell you what I mean:
You got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 pockets in a table,
Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum
With a capital "B" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your [Emerald City] youth'll be fritterin' away,
I say, your young men will be fritterin',
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too.
Get the ball in the pocket, never mind gettin' dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beef steak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any water, 'til your parents are caught with the cistern* empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble.
Yes, you got lots and lots of trouble, I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers*
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool hall window after school.
You got trouble, folks, right here in [Emerald City]!
Trouble with a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would you like to know what kinda conversation goes on while they're loafin’ around that hall?
They’ll be tryin' out Bevo*, tryin' out cubebs*,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades* like cigarette fiends,
And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen*!
One fine night, they leave the pool hall
Heading for the dance at the Armory.
Libertine* men and scarlet women, and ragtime, shameless music
That'll grab your son, your daughter with the arms of a jungle, animal instinct
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
Trouble (oh, we got trouble)
Right here in [Emerald City] (right here in [Emerald City])
With a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool (that stands for pool)!
We've surely got trouble (we've surely got trouble)!
Right here in [Emerald City] (right here)!
Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school.
(Our children's children gonna have trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble …)
Mothers of [Emerald City], heed that warning before it's too late.
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption.
The minute your son leaves the house
Does he re-buckle his JNCOs* below the derriere?
Is there a callus on his scrolling thumb?
A "KPOP Demon Hunters" wallpaper on his lock screen?
Is he serenading you with the lilting refrains of 'Skibbidy Toilet'?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like, like "bruh"? (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
And "six-seven"? (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Well if so, my friends,
You got trouble (oh we got trouble)!
Right here in [Emerald City] (right here in [Emerald City])!
With a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool (that stands for pool)!
We've surely got trouble (we've surely got trouble)!
Right here in [Emerald City] (right here)!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock, and the Golden Rule!
(Our children's children gonna have trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, etc.)
Oh, we got trouble, we're in terrible, terrible trouble!
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool (devil's tool!).
Oh, yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
(Oh yes we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble)
With a "T" (with a capital "T")
Gotta rhyme it with "P" (gotta rhyme with "P")
And that stands for pool (that stands for pool)!
* Leave = where you “leave” the billiard balls skillfully positioned for your next shot
Balkline = an especially technical variant of carom billiards
Boob = fool, incompetent, low skill, low class
Knickerbockers = boys’ knee-length pants
Bevo = near-beer non-alcoholic malt drink
Cubebs = clove-like "medicinal" cigarettes
Tailor Mades = a brand of cigarette
Sen-Sen = a breath freshener intended to mask odors from cigarettes or alcohol
Libertine = a person who rejects social conventions or moral restraint
JNCOs = a wide-leg jean pant popular in the 90s
Lyrics & Music by Meredith Wilson
Listen for modern day, location specific, artistic license
Seventy-Six Trombones
and
Goodnight, My Someone
Lyrics & Music by Meredith Wilson
Ensign:
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade,
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air.
Then I modestly took my place
As the one and only bass,
And I oompahed up and down the square.
Northwest Sound:
Goodnight, my someone,
Goodnight, my love—
Ensign:
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind!
Northwest Sound:
Our star is shining its brightest light—
Ensign:
There were horns of every shape and—
Sweet dreams be yours, dear
If dreams there be—
Northwest Sound:
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air!
Ensign:
I wish I may, and I wish I might,
Now goodnight, my someone,
All:
Goodnight!
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!
Pick-a-Little, Talk-a-Little
and
Goodnight, Ladies
Lyrics & Music by Meredith Wilson
All the ladies:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Maud:
Professor, her kind of woman doesn't belong on any committee!
Of course, I shouldn't tell you this but she advocates dirty books.
Harold:
Dirty books?!
Alma:
Chaucer!
Ethel:
Rabelais!
Eulalie:
Balzac!
Maud:
And the worst thing, of course, I shouldn't tell you this but . . .
Alma:
I'll tell!
Ethel:
The man lived on my street, let me tell.
Eulalie:
Stop! I'll tell.
She made brazen overtures to a man who never
had a friend in this town till she came here!
Alma:
Oh, yes!
That woman made brazen overtures
with a gilt-edged guarantee.
She had a golden glint in her eye
and a silver voice with a counterfeit ring!
Just melt her down and you'll reveal
a lump of lead as cold as steel.
Here! Where a woman's heart should be!
Hold On
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
All the ladies:
He left Emerald City, the Library building
but he left all the books to her!
Chaucer!
Rabelais!
Balzac!
Ladies:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more….
Man:
Just a minute here professor, we need your credentials!
Harold:
Why certainly gentlemen! I have just what you want over at the hotel. Please come with me. Goodnight ladies!
Goodnight, ladies!
Barbershop:
Goodnight, ladies,
Goodnight, ladies,
Goodnight, ladies,
We’re going to leave you now!
Farewell, ladies,
Farewell, ladies,
Farewell, ladies,
We’re going to leave you
now!
Ladies:
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep,
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep,
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Lida Rose
Lyrics & Music by Meredith Wilson
Quartet:
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion
I'll pop the question
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name
Lida Rose, how everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song
Not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be mine
Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose
Oh Lida Rose
Marian:
Dream of now
Dream of then
Dream of a love song
That might have been
Do I love you?
Oh yes, I love you
And I'll bravely tell you
But only when we dream again
Sweet and low
Sweet and low
How sweet that memory
How long ago
Forever
Oh yes, forever
Will I ever tell you?
Oh no
Hold On
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
Quartet:
Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose
Oh Lida Rose
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion
I'll pop the question
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name
Lida Rose, how everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song
Not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be mine
Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose
Oh Lida Rose
Marian:
Dream of now
Dream of then
Dream of a love song
That might have been
Do I love you?
Oh yes, I love you
And I'll bravely tell you
But only when we dream again
Sweet and low
Sweet and low
How sweet that memory
How long ago
Forever
Oh yes, forever
Will I ever tell you?
Oh no
Seventy-Six Trombones
Lyrics & Music by Meredith Wilson
Men:
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
with a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the
finest virtuosos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds
Springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons,
thundering, thundering all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
each bassoon having its big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannons in the battery,
thundering, thundering louder than before.
Clarinets of ev'ry size
and trumpeters who'd improvise
a full octave higher than the score!
All:
Seventy six trombones hit the counterpoint,
While a hundred and ten cornets blazed away.
To the rhythm of Harch! Harch! Harch!
All the kids began to march,
and they’re marching still right today!
Marching still right today!
Marching still right today!
Star-Spangled Banner
Music by John Stafford Smith
Words by Francis Scott Key
Arranged by Stephen Weatherford
Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh say, does that Star - Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
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!
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