Volaré
Dr. Emily Pence Brown, conductor
Heather Goldman, collaborative pianist
Kourtney Syrus, graduate assistant
Emma Zemancik, percussionist
The Eyes of A Hurricane
Mahk Jchi (Heartbeat Drum Song) | Ulali, arr. Emily Pence Brown
Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi
Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi
Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk Tahond tani kiyee tiyee
Gee we-me eetiyee
Nanka yaht yamoonieah wajitse
Our hearts are full
and our minds are good.
Our ancestors come
and give us strength.
Stand tall, sing, dance
and never forget who you are
or where you come from
Rejoice, Rejoice T. 262 | William Byrd (1540-1623)
Famine Song | VDA, arr. Matthew Culloton (b. 1976)
Laney Mitchell & Isabella Olzak, soloists
Sicut erat | Niccola Porpora (1686-1768)/Ralph Hunter
Sicut erat in princípio et nunc et semper, et in sæcula sæculórum. Amen.
As it was in the beginning, and now, and always, and in the ages of the ages. Amen.
This Sky Falls | Jocelyn Hagen (b. 1980)
Karla Kunk, soloist
Plakatap | Sydney Guillaume (b. 1982)
Enfants de tous pays,
Jeunesses de partout,
Chantez, sautez, dansez!
À pied ou en vélo,
Sacoche sur le dos,
Plakatap – Plakatap,
Plakatap – Plakatap!
Fêtez, chantez!
Célébrons d'un seul coeur la grande Humanité,
Et chantons tous en choeur notre Fraternité!
Malgré ce qui se passe,
En dépit de l’espace,
Nous sommes une famille
De garçons et de filles.
Vivons dans l’Unité
D’une seule Humanité.
Plakatap – Plakatap!
Avec le même amour,
Allons jour après jour,
Chantez, pompez, dansez
La Ronde Fraternelle
Des enfants de la Terre.
Plakatap – Plakatap,
Plakatap – Plakatap!
Children of all countries,
Youth from everywhere,
Sing, jump, dance!
On foot or by bike,
Our bags on our backs,
Plakatap – Plakatap,
Plakatap – Plakatap!
Let’s party, let’s sing!
Let’s celebrate Humanity with one heart,
And let us all sing our Fraternity in chorus!
Regardless of what’s happening,
In spite of the distance,
We are one family
Of young men and women.
Let us dwell in the Unity
Of one Humanity.
Plakatap – Plakatap!
United in the same love,
Let us go day by day,
Singing, jumping up and down, dancing
The Fraternal Dance
Of the children of the World.
Plakatap – Plakatap,
Plakatap – Plakatap!
After The Rain | Sarah Quartel (b. 1982)
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University Men's Chorus
Richard Schnipke, conductor
C.J. Capen, pianist
Keith Phares, guest soloist
Will Baughman & Alejo Goenaga, graduate assistant conductors
Sing Out, My Soul!
Down to the River to Pray | American traditional text, arr. Christopher Aspaas
Gio Gastiglione, Dylan Gheen, Cameron Baker & Jaylen Donald, soloists
Will Baughman, conductor
Sing Dem Herrn | Michael Praetorius (1571 - 1621), arr. Wallace DePue
Will Baughman, conductor
German:
Sing dem Herrn!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alle lieben Ihn.
Lobe seinen Namen.
Singet mit Tambourin und Harfe.
English Translation:
Sing to the Lord
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Everyone loves Him
Praise His name
Sing with drums and harp.
Sing Out My Soul | text by William Henry Davies, Marques L. A. Garrett (1983)
Sing out, my soul, your songs of joy;
Sing as a happy bird will sing
Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch
In early spring.
Think not of death…
Strive not for gold…
Train up your mind to feel content,
What matters then how low your store?
What we enjoy, and not possess,
Makes rich or poor.
Veni Sancte Spiritus | Medieval Latin text, Lenoš Janáček (1854 - 1928)
Latin:
Veni, Sancte Spiritus,
reple tuorum corda fidelium,
et tui amoris ignem incende.
Qui per diversitatem linguarum cunctarum gentes
in unitate fidei congregasti. Amen.
English Translation:
Come, Holy Spirit,
fill the hearts of Your faithful,
and kindle the fire of Your love.
You, who from the diverse tongues of all peoples
have gathered together in unity of faith. Amen.
Cantate Domino | text from Psalms 95 and 97, Vytautas Miškinis (1954)
Latin:
Cantate Domino canticum novum:
et benedicite nomini ejus:
quia mirabilia fecit.
Psallite Domino in cithara
et voce psalmi.
English Translation:
Sing unto the Lord a new song
and bless his name,
for he has done marvelous things.
Rejoice and sing praise with the harp, and the
voice of a psalm.
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Songs from the Stage
Toreador Song from Carmen | Georges Bizet (1838 - 1875)
Professor Keith Phares, soloist
French:
Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre,
Senor, senors car avec les soldats
Oui, les Toreros, peuvent s'entendre;
Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs,
Ils ont les combats!
Le cirque est plein,
c'est jour de fete!
Le cirque est plein du haut en bas;
Les spectateurs, perdant la tete,
Les spectateurs s'interpellent
a grand fracas!
Apostrophes, cris et tapage
Pousses jusques a la fureur!
Car c'est la fete du courage!
C'est la fete des gens de co
Allons! en garde! Allons! Allons! ah!
Toreador, en garde! Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Tout d'un coup, on fait silence...
Ah! que se passe-t-il?
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant!
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant!
le taureau s'elance
En bondissant hors du Toril!
Il s'elance! Il entre,
Il frappe! un cheval roule,
Entrainant un Picador,
Ah! bravo! Toro! Hurle la foule!
Le taureau va, il vient,
il vient et frappe encore!
En secouant ses banderilles,
Plein de fureur, il court!
Le cirque est plein de sang!
On se sauve, on franchit les grilles!
C'et ton tour maintenant! allons!
En garde! allons! allons! Ah!
Toreador, en garde! Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
Toreador, Toreador, L'amour t'attend!
English Translation:
Your toast, I can give it to you
Sirs, sirs, for along with the soldiers
Yes, the Toreros, can understand;
For pleasures, for pleasures
They have combats!
The arena is full,
it is the feast day!
The arena is full, from top to bottom;
The spectators are losing their minds,
The spectators began a big fracas!
Apostrophes, cries, and uproar grow to a furor!
Because it is a celebration of courage!
It is the celebration of people with heart!
Let’s go, en guard! Let’s go! Let’s go! Ah!
Toreador, en guard! Toreador, Toreador!
And dream away, yes, dream in combat,
That a black eye is watching you,
And that love awaits you,
Toreador, love awaits you!
And dream away, yes dream in combat,
That a black eye is watching you
And may love await you,
Toreador, love await you!
All of a sudden, it is silent...
Ah, what is happening?
More cries! It is the moment!
More cries! It is the moment!
The bull throws himself out
Bounding out of the bullpin!
He throws himself out! He enters.
He strikes! A horse rolls,
Dragging a picador,
Ah, Bravo! Bull! The crowd roars!
The bull goes, he comes,
He comes and strikes again!
Shaking his dart-stabbed neck,
Full of fury, he runs!
The arena is full of blood!
They save themselves, they pass the gates
It is your turn now. Let’s go!
En guard! Let’s go! Let’s go! Ah!
Toreador, en guard! Toreador, Toreador!
And dream away, yes, dream in combat,
That a black eye is watching you,
And that love awaits you,
Toreador, Love awaits you!
And dream away, yes, dream in combat,
That a black eye is looking at you
And that love awaits you
Toreador, love awaits you!
And dream away, yes, dream in combat,
That a black eye is looking at you
And that love awaits you
And that love awaits you.
Toreador, love awaits you!
Love! Love! Love!
Toreador, Toreador, love awaits you!
Tell My Father from The Civil War | text and music by Frank Wildhorn (1958), arr. Andrew Ramsey
Matthew Steele, soloist
Tell my father that his son didn't run, or surrender.
That I bore his name with pride as I tried to remember.
You are judged by what you do while passing through.
As I rest 'neath fields of green, let him lean on my shoulder.
Tell him how I spent my youth, so the truth could grow older.
Tell my father when you can; I was a man.
Tell him we will meet again where the angels learn to fly.
Tell him we will meet as men for with honor did I die.
Tell him how I wore the blue, proud and true, through the fire.
Tell my father, so he'll know I love him so
Tell him we will meet again where the angels learn to fly.
Tell him we will meet as men for with honor did I die.
Tell him how I wore the blue, proud and true, like he taught me.
Tell my father not to cry; then say goodbye.
Luck Be A Lady from Guys and Dolls | Frank Loesser (1910 - 1969)
Professor Keith Phares, soloist
They call you Lady Luck
But there is room for doubt
At times, you have a very un-ladylike way of running out
You're on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet, before this evening is over
You might give me the brush
You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray
Luck, be a lady tonight
Luck, be a lady tonight
Luck, if you've ever been a lady to begin with
Luck, be a lady tonight
Luck, let a gentleman see
How nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck, be a lady with me
A lady doesn't leave her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice
Let's keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the fella you came in with
Luck, be a lady tonight
A lady never flirts with strangers
She'd have a heart, she'd be nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guy's dice
Let's keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight
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The Music of Living | Dan Forrest (1978)
Federico Orlando, violin; Phoebe Saboley, horn; Charles Ligus and Liam Lockhart, percussion
Giver of life, Cre-a-tor of all that is love-ly,
teach me to sing the words to your song.
I want to feel the music of living; I want to feel the music of living;
and not fear the sad songs, but from them make new songs
composed of both laughter and tears.
Giver of life, Cre-a-tor of all that is lovely,
teach me to dance to the sounds of your world.
I want to move in rhythm with your plan.
Help me to follow your leading.
To risk even falling, to rise and keep trying,
for you are leading the dance.
Giver of life, Cre-a-tor of all that is lovely,
teach me to sing the words to your song.
Gaudete! | traditional Gaelic chant, arr. Michael Engelhardt (1974)
B. Michael Perry & Will Baughman, soloists
Charles Ligus, Liam Lockhart, Zach Ortega and Sam Scheele, percussion
Gaelic:
Gaudete, gaudete!
Christus est natus
Ex Maria virgine,
gaudete!
English Translation:
Rejoice, rejoice!
Christ is born
Of the Virgin Mary,
Rejoice!
Traditional Songs of the BGSU Men’s Chorus:
Brothers, Sing On! | Edvard Grieg, arr. Howard D. McKinney
Come and let our swelling song Mount like the whirling wind,
As it meets our singing throng, So blithe of heart and mind.
Care and sorrow now begone, Brothers in song, sing on!
Brothers, sing on, sing on!
Youth is a wandering troubadour, Sailing the singing breeze,
Wooing a maid on a distant shore, Over the tossing seas;
Steering by the stars above, His vessel a song of love.
Brothers, sing on, sing on!
Errant minstrels, thus we greet you,
List to our voices strong, With glad and open hearts we meet you in our festival of song.
Care and sorrow now be gone, Brothers in song, sing on!
Brothers, sing on, sing on!
Forward Falcons | text by Sidney L. Freeman, arr. Will Baughman
Will Baughman, conductor
Forward Falcons,
Forward Falcons,
Fight for victory.
Show our spirit,
make them fear it,
Fight for ol’ Bee Gee.
Forward Falcons,
Forward Falcons,
Make the contest keen.
Hold up the fame of our mighty name, and win for
Bowling Green
Combined Choirs
Bowling Green State University Alma Mater | text by Edith M. Ludwig, arr. John M. Hyde
Alma Mater hear us,
As we praise thy name
Make us worthy sons and daughters
Adding to thy fame.
Time will treat you kindly
Years from now you'll be
Ever dearer in our hearts,
Our University.
From your halls of ivy
To the campus scene,
Chimes ring out with gladness
From our dear Bowling Green.
When all is just a mem'ry
Of the by-gone days,
Hear our hymn dear Alma Mater
As thy name we praise.
