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The Promised Land
American Folk Hymn
Arranged by Ronald Staheli
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye
to Canaan's fair and happy land where my possessions lie.
O, the transporting rapturous scene that rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green and rivers of delight.
CHORUS
I am bound for the Promised Land,
I’m bound for the Promised Land.
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the Promised Land.
The generous fruits that never fail on trees immortal grow:
There, rocks and hills and brooks and vales with milk and honey flow.
CHORUS
All over those wide extended plains shines one eternal day:
There God, the Son, forever reigns and scatters night away.
CHORUS 2X
When shall I reach that happy place and be forever blessed?
When shall I see my Father's face and in His bosom rest?
CHORUS
No chilling winds nor poisonous breath can reach that healthy shore:
All sickness, sorrow, pain, and death are felt and feared no more.
CHORUS
Filled with delight my raptured soul can here no longer stay:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I’d launch away.
CHORUS 2X
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the Promised Land.
How Can I Keep from Singing?
American Folk Hymn
Arranged by Ronald Staheli
My life flows on in endless song; Above Earth's lamentation
I hear the real though far-off hymn that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear that music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul; How can I keep from singing?
(My life flows on in endless song,
My life flows on in endless song...)
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear and hear their death-knells ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near, How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell or dungeon vile our thoughts to them are winging;
When friends by shame are undefiled, How can I keep from singing?
(In endless song, my life flows on in endless song…)
What if my joys and comforts die? I know that Truth is living.
What though the darkness 'round me close? Still truth its light is giving!
No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that Rock I'm clinging;
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth: How can I keep from singing?
How can I keep from singing? From singing, singing, singing.
I lift my eyes, the cloud grow thin, I see the blue above it,
And day by day this pathway smooths, since first I learned to love it.
The peace from love makes fresh my heart, a song of hope is springing.
All things are mine since Truth I’ve found: How can I keep from singing?
All things are mine since Truth I’ve found: How can I keep from singing?
How can I keep from singing, from singing?
(In endless song, my life flows on in endless song, in song.)
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.
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!
Cindy
American Folk Song
Arranged by Mack Wilberg
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin’ on a tree.
And every time my sweetheart passed, she'd take a bite of me.
I wish I had a nickel, I wish I had a dime.
I wish I had a pretty girl, to love me all the time.
I wish I had a needle, as fine as I could sew,
I’d sew that girl to my coattail and down the road I’d go.
You ought to see my Cindy, she lives away down south,
An’ she’s so sweet, the honey bees all swarm around her mouth.
Get along home little Cindy.
Get along home little Cindy.
Get along home little Cindy.
I'll marry you sometime.
The first time I saw Cindy, she was standing in the door,
Her shoes and stockings in her hand, her feet all o’er the floor.
She took me to her parlor, she cooled me with her fan,
She swore that I’ze the purtiest thing in shape of mortal man.
Now Cindy hugged and kissed him, she wrung her hands and cried,
She swore he was the purtiest thing that ever lived or died.
She told him that she loved him, she called him sugar plum,
She throwed her arms around him, he thought his time had come.
Now Cindy went to the preachin’, she swung around and round,
She got so full of glory, she knocked the preacher down.
My Cindy in the springtime, my Cindy in the fall,
If I can’t have my Cindy, I’ll have no girl at all.
When Cindy got religion, she thought her time had come, (Hallelu!)
She walked right up to the preacher and chawed her chewin’ gum. (Hallelu!)
Now Cindy got religion, she’d had it once before
But when she heard my banjo she’s the first one on the floor.
Get along home little Cindy.
Get along home little Cindy.
Get along home little Cindy.
I'll marry you someday! Hooray!
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!
Northwest Sound A Cappella Men’s Chorus
Tonight, Tonight
G. R. Woodward
Arr. John Rutter
Tonight, tonight Won’t be just any night!
Tonight there will be no morning star.
Tonight, tonight, I’ll see my love tonight
And for us, stars will stop where they are!
Today the minutes seem like hours,
The hours go so slowly, and still the sky is light.
Oh moon, grow bright and make this endless day endless night!
Tonight, tonight, I’ll see my love tonight
And for us, stars will stop where they are.
Today the minutes seem like hours,
The hours go so slowly, and still the sky is light.
Oh moon, grow bright and make this endless day endless night!
Tonight! Tonight!
Mood Indigo
David Warner, Catalonian Carol
Arr. Mack Wilberg
You ain't been blue, no, no, no,
You ain't been blue
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues.”
I feel so lonesome.
Always get that mood indigo
Since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin' when lights are low
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
'Cause there's nobody who cares about me.
I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo
I could lay me down and die.
You ain't been blue, no, no, no,
You ain't been blue
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues."
Go blues, go blues.
I Don’t Know How to Say Goodbye
Arr. Dwight Bigler
Our story’s over now, how my heart still yearns.
It was cut too short, my love, never to return.
The leaves must turn,
The wind must blow,
The heart must learn
When it's time for the heart to let go.
But when I think of you
My heart knows why
I don't know how to say goodbye.
The world moves on
With no regret,
And though you're gone
There are feelings I'll never forget.
So I remember you,
And though I try,
I don't know how to say goodbye.
The house we used to share
Still looks as if you're there.
And I won't change a single thing
Not even the wedding ring I wear.
The evenings fall
Much harder now.
The stars grow small
And the moon seems so different somehow.
But every time I think of you
The moon and I
Know you're the only reason why
I don't know how to say goodbye.
I don't know how to say goodbye.
You Never Get Old to Me
Arr. Mack Wilberg
Baby, you’re not so debonair
With your silly jokes and your messy hair
But something about you always makes me smile
All the while, you make me smile!
Well I have heard your stories all a million times, (yeah, yeah)
And when you start to tell ‘em, folks jut groan, groan, groan.
They beat you to your punchlines, but still I grin with glee.
‘Cause you never get old, you never get old to me. (You never get old to me!)
See, I always know who’s there in all those knock-knocks
And on every April first I play the fool, fool, fool.
But you know, baby, I could stand your ramblin’ to the Nth degree,
‘Cause you never get old never get old, you never get old to me. (You never get old to me!)
Call me a sucker (what a sucker)
Call me a sap (ooh what a sap)
Most roll their eyes at you, but I, I, I still clap!
‘Cause even though your fashion’s not exactly trendy,
And you’ve been saying that same stupid stuff for years,
I renew my subscription with no cash-back guarantee,
‘Cause you never get old, never get old, never get old to me!
Call me a sucker (what a sucker)
Call me a sap (ooh what a sap)
Most roll their eyes, they’ll be rollin’ at you, but I, I, I still clap!
‘Cause my taste for you is chronic,
Not fleeting or ironic,
Though most have tuned you out by now,
I’m still gonna scream and shout ‘bout how
I’ve never met another so incessant
That you’re the only one of whom I’ve never tired.
So baby, until we kick the bucket, I will love you foolishly,
‘Cause you never get old, you never get old,
No you never get old, you never get old,
Never get old, never get old, never get old,
You never get old, you never get old to me!
Never get old to me, oh yeah!
What a Wonderful World
Joseph Mohr, Franz Gruber
Arr. Barlow Bradford
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you.
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white,
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying
“I love you.”
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
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.
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,
cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep,
cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep,
Pick a little, talk a little, cheep!
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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