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Masters in this Hall
Lyrics by William Morris
Music by Marin Marais
This tune was composed as a dance for
Marin’s opera Alcyone of 1706
The original title was Marche pour les Matelots
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
Masters in this Hall, hear ye news to-day
Brought from over sea, and ever I you pray:
Going o’er the hills, through the milkwhite snow,
Heard I ewes bleat while the wind did blow:
Chorus:
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell sing we clear!
Holpen are all folk on earth, born is God's son so dear:
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell sing we loud!
God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud
Shepherds many an one sat among the sheep,
No man spake more word than they had been asleep.
Quoth I, “Fellows mine, why this guise sit ye?
Making but dull cheer, shepherds though ye be?”
Chorus
“Shepherds should of right leap and dance and sing,
Thus to see ye sit, is a right strange thing.”
Quoth these fellows then, “To Bethlehem we go,
to see a mighty Lord lie in manger low:”
Chorus
Ox and ass him know, kneeling on their knee,
Wondrous joy had I this little babe to see,
This is Christ the Lord. Masters be ye glad:
Christmas is come in, and no folk should be sad:
Chorus
Nowell! Nowell! God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud
Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!
God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud
Candlelight Carol
Lyrics & Music by John Rutter
How do you capture the wind on the water?
How do you count all the stars in the sky?
How can you measure the love of a mother,
Or how can you write down a baby's first cry?
Chorus:
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star-glow
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn.
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ child is born.
Shepherds and wise men will kneel and adore him,
Seraphim 'round him, their vigil will keep;
Nations proclaim him their Lord and their Saviour,
But Mary will hold him and sing him to sleep.
Chorus:
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star-glow
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn.
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ child is born.
Find him in Bethlehem laid in a manger:
Christ our redeemer asleep in the hay,
God everlasting and hope of salvation:
A child with his mother that first Christmas Day
Chorus:
Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star-glow
Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn.
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Angels are singing; the Christ child is born.
Go Tell It on the Mountain
American Folk Spiritual
Arranged by Steve Barnett
Ah, ah, ah, that Jesus Christ is born.
While shepherds kept their watching o’er silent flocks by night,
Behold, throughout the heavens there shone a holy light.
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
The shepherds feared and trembled when lo, above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus that hailed our Savior’s birth!
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
Ah, ah, ah, that Jesus Christ is born.
Down in a lonely manger the humble Christ was born,
And God sent us salvation that blessed Christmas morn.
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born.
What Sweeter Music
Original lyrics by Robert Herrick
Arranged by John Rutter
What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol, for to sing
The birth of this our Heavenly King?
Awake the voice! Awake the string!
Dark and dull night, fly hence away,
And give the honour to this day
That sees December turned to May,
That sees December turned to May.
Why does the chilling winter's mourn
Smile, like a field beset with corn?
Or smell like a meadow newly-shorn
Thus on the sudden? Come and see
The cause, why things thus fragrant be:
‘Tis He is born, whose quickening birth
Gives life and lustre, public mirth
To Heaven and the under earth
We see him come, and know him ours,
Who, with his sunshine and his showers,
Turns the patient ground to flowers,
Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is come,
And fit it is, we find a room
To welcome him, to welcome him.
The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart,
Which we will give him; and bequeath
This holly, and this ivy wreath,
To do him honour; who's our King,
And Lord of all this reveling.
What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol, for to sing
The birth of this our Heavenly King,
The birth of this our Heavenly King.
Shepherd’s Pipe Carol
Lyrics & Music by John Rutter
Going through the hills on a night all starry
On the way to Bethlehem
Far away I heard a shepherd boy piping
On the way to Bethlehem
Angels in the sky brought this message nigh:
‘Dance and sing for joy that Christ the King
Is come to bring us peace on earth,
And He's lying cradled there at Bethlehem.’
‘Tell me, shepherd boy piping tunes so merrily
On the way to Bethlehem
Who will hear your tunes on these hills so lonely
On the way to Bethlehem?
Angels in the sky brought this message nigh:
‘Dance and sing for joy that Christ the King
Is come to bring us peace on earth,
And He's lying cradled there at Bethlehem.’
‘None may hear my pipes on these hills so lonely
On the way to Bethlehem;
But a King will hear me play sweet lullabies
When I get to Bethlehem.’
Angels in the sky came down from on high
Hovered over the manger where the babe was lying
Cradled in the arms of his mother Mary
Sleeping now at Bethlehem
‘Where is the new King, shepherd boy piping merrily
Is He there at Bethlehem?’
‘I will find Him soon by the star shining brightly
In the sky o'er Bethlehem.’
Angels brought this message:
‘Dance and sing for joy that Christ the King
Is come to bring us peace on earth,
And He's lying cradled there at Bethlehem.’
"May I come with you, shepherd boy piping merrily,
Come with you to Bethlehem?
Pay my homage too at the new King's cradle,
Is it far to Bethlehem?’
Angels brought this message:
‘Dance and sing for joy that Christ the King
Is born this night in lowly stable yonder,
Born for you at Bethlehem.’
Children, Go Where I Send Thee
African-American Spiritual
Arranged by Ryan Murphy
1 Children, go where I send thee, How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee one by one, One for the little bitty baby,
Lyin’ in a manger, He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
2 Children, go where I send thee, How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two, Two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little bitty baby, Lyin’ in a manger,
He was born, born, born, born.
3 Children, go where I send thee, How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee three by three, Three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little bitty baby, Lyin’ in a manger,
He was born, born, Born in Bethlehem.
And there was seven for the seven that all went up to heaven,
And six for the days when the world was fixed,
And there was five for the five that all stayed alive,
And four for the four that stood at the door.
4 Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee eight by eight, Eight for the eight the flood couldn’t take,
Nine for the angel choirs divine,
Ten for the ten commandments,
‘Leven of ‘em singin’ in heaven,
Twelve for the twelve apostles.
Children, children, go!
5 Children, go where I send thee, How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee one by one, One for the little bitty baby,
Wrapped in swaddling clothing, Lyin’ in a manger,
He was born, born, Born in Bethlehem.
Children, go where I send thee. How shall I send thee?
Children go, go where I send thee, How shall I send thee?
Go to Bethlehem!
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.
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!
Past Three A Clock
G. R. Woodward
Arr. John Rutter
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow masters all!
Born is a baby, gentle as may be,
Son of th’ eternal Father supernal.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Seraph quire singeth, angel bell ringeth
Hark how they rime it, time it and chime it.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Mid earth rejoices hearing such voices
Ne’ertofore, so well caroling Nowell.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Hands o’er the pearly dewy lawn early
Seek the high stranger laid in the manger.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Light out of starland leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet him, worship and greet him.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Myrrh from full coffer, incense they offer:
Nor is the golden nugget withholden.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
Thus they: I pray you, up, sirs, nor stay you
Till ye confess him and bless him.
Past three a clock, and a cold frosty morning:
Past three a clock; Good morrow, masters all!
One December, Bright and Clear
David Warner, Catalonian Carol
Arr. Mack Wilberg
One December bright and clear, early in the morning,
Mary pressed her newborn near, kissed him so adoring.
Angels sing and shepherds shout!
All good creatures turn about!
Ring the bells of joy, ev’ry chime employ,
Make them sing til they bring heaven’s wond’rous glory,
Tell the Christmas story!
That December day at noon, from a steaming kettle,
Mary bathed her tiny boy, in the crèche to settle.
Doves that coo and lambs that bleat,
Come and see the Mercy Seat!
Ring the bells of peace, let the sound increase,
Make them soar til they pour heaven’s hope and glory,
Spread the Christmas story.
As the Winter’s eve drew nigh, in the stable lowly,
Mary laid her head to rest, on the Baby holy.
People far and people near
Rest your sorrows, take good cheer!
Ring the Gladsome bells, blessed tidings tell,
For He brings in His wings, heaven’s healing glory,
Sing the Christmas story.
Sing the Christmas, sing the Christmas, sing the Christmas story!
The First Noel
Arr. Dwight Bigler
The first Noel the angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winters night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel! Noel, Noel!
Born is the king of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night
Noel, Noel! Noel! Noel!
Born is the king of Israel!
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our Heav’nly Lord
Whose light doth shine and life hath taught
And with his blood mankind hath bought
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel!
Born is the king of Israel!
Born is the kind of Israel!
Noel! Noel! Noel!
Angels We Have Heard On High
Arr. Mack Wilberg
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo,
Gloria, in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo,
Gloria, in excelsis Deo.
Come to Bethlehem and see
In whose birth the angels sing;
Come adore on blended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo,
Gloria, in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
See him in the manger laid
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo,
Gloria, in excelsis Deo.
Gloria, Gloria!
Silent Night
Joseph Mohr, Franz Gruber
Arr. Barlow Bradford
Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and Child.
Holy Infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace; sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night! Holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heav’nly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ the Savior, is born!
Silent night! Holy night! Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth;
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.
Joy to the World
Arr. Mack Wilberg
Joy to the world! The Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King!
Let ev’ry heart prepare him room,
And heav’n and nature sing, and heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n and heav’n and nature sing.
Joy to the earth! The Savior reigns:
Let all their songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found, far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love, and wonders of his love,
And wonders, wonders of his love.
And wonders, wonders of his love.
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!
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