Fall Choir Concert

A Cappella Choir

Todd Schreiber, conductor

Kevin McGill, pianist

Hannah Gerig, graduate assistant

Alles Hat Seine Zeit    |    Franz Joseph Haydn (1732-1809)

German:

Lebe, liebe, trinke, lärme,

kränze dich mit mir,

schwärme mit mir, wenn ich schwärme,

ich bin wieder klug mit dir.

English:

Live, love, drink, blare away,

Jubilate with me,

rhapsodize with me when I rhapsodize,

and I again am wise together with you.

O Love    |    George Matheson (1842-1906), Arr. Elaine Hagenberg (b.1979)

    Eddie Kruse, cellist

O love, O love, O love that will not let me go; 

O love, I rest my weary soul in Thee. 

I give Thee back the life I owe, 

That in Thy ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.

O joy that seeks me through the pain, 

I cannot close my heart to thee; 

I trace the rainbow through the rain, 

And feel the promise is not vain… that morn shall tearless be. 

That morn shall tearless be. 

O love, O love, O love that will not let me go; 

O love, I rest my weary soul in Thee. 

I give Thee back the life I owe; I give Thee back the life I owe, 

And in Thy ocean depths its flow shall richer, fuller be. 

That morn shall tearless be. 

O love, O love, O love that will not let me go; 

O love that will not let me go.

Loch Lomond    |    Traditional Scottish, arr. Jonathan Quick (b.1970)

    Hannah Gerig, conductor

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! Ye’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

‘Twas then that we parted, In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where, in purple hue, The highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters sleeping.
But the broken heart will ken, Nae second spring again,
and the world knows not how we are grieving.

Dear Sarah    |    Text by Major Sullivan Ballou, Music by James Syler (b. 1961)

My very dear Sarah: 

The indications are very strong 

that we shall move in a few days — perhaps tomorrow. 

Lest I should not be able to write again, 

I feel impelled to write a few lines that may 

fall upon your eye when I am no more. 

I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence 

in the cause in which I am engaged, 

and my courage does not halt or falter. 

How great a debt we owe to those who went before us 

through the blood and suffering of the revolution. 

And I am willing, perfectly willing 

to lay down all my joys in this life 

to help maintain this government 

and to pay that debt . . . 

Sarah, my love for you is deathless. 

It seems to bind me with mighty cables 

that nothing but Omnipotence can break; 

and yet my love of country comes over me 

like a strong wind and bears me unresistably on 

with all these chains to the battlefield. 

The mem'ries of the blissful moments 

I have spent with you come creeping over me, 

But something whispers to me, 

perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, 

that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. 

If I do not, my dear Sarah, 

never forget how much I love you, 

and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, 

it will whisper your name. 

But, oh, Sarah! 

If the dead can come back to this earth 

and flit unseen around those they loved, 

I shall always be near you; 

in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights, 

always, always. 

And if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, 

it shall be my breath, 

as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, 

it shall be my spirit passing by. 

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; 

think I am gone and wait for thee, 

for we shall meet again . . .

The Battle of Jericho    |    Traditional Spiritual, arr. Moses Hogan

Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down

Talk about your kings of Gideon
Talk about your men of Saul
But none like good old Joshua
And the battle of Jericho (that morning)

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down

Right up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow that ram horn, Joshua cried
‘Cause the battle am in my hand (God almighty)

then the lamb ram sheep horn begins to blow
And the trumpets began to sound
And Joshua commanded the children to shout!
And the walls come a tumbling down

(Oh Lord, you know that)

Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho
Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho
Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho
The walls come tumbling down

COMBINED CHOIRS

 Vincent’s Sky, Jake Runestad    |    (b. 1986)

      I. Olive Trees

      III. the Starry Night

I. Olive Trees

Shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!

Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,
the earth’s whole amplitude consigned to colors;
pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows to the last. 

Prepare my lengthening shadows, 
prepare my starry nights.

III. The Starry Night

I hear you whispering there, O stars of heaven.

Up through the darkness, the ravening clouds shall not long be victorious.

The stars are immortal, they shall shine out again. They will endure.
The vast immortal suns, and long-enduring moons, shall shine again.

And over all, the sky—the sky! far out of reach, breaking out, the eternal stars.

My lengthening shadows…my starry nights.

Collegiate Chorale

Dr. Richard Schnipke, conductor 

Heather Goldman, pianist 

Grayson Abend, graduate assistant 

Magnificat (Selected Choruses)    |    Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)

Mvt. 1

Magnificat anima mea Dominum. 
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord

Mvt. 7

Fecit potentiam in brachio suo, 

He has made known the power of his arm,

dispersit superbos mente cordi sui

scattered those who are arrogant in the thoughts of their heart.

Mvt. 11

Sicut locutus est ad Patres nostros, 
in accordance with what he said to our fathers,

Abraham et semini eius in saecula. 
to Abraham and to his seed forever

Mvt. 12

Gloria Patri, gloria Filio, 
Glory to the Father, glory to the Son 
gloria et Spiritui Sancto! 
glory also to the Holy Spirit! 
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper 
As it was in the beginning and [is] now and always 
et in saecula saeculorum. 
and throughout ages of ages. 
Amen.

Seal Lullaby    |    Eric Whitacre (b. 1970) 

    Laney Mitchell, conductor

Text: 

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us

And black are the waters that sparkled so green 

The moon o'er the combers looks downward to find us

At rest in the hollows that rustle between 

Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow

Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease 

The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee

Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas 

Asleep in the arms

Of the slow-swinging seas 

• Rubyard Kipling

All Seems Beautiful to Me    |    Eric Whitacre (b. 1970) 

Text:

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, 

Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,

Listening to others, considering well what they say, 

Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,

Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. 

I inhale great draughts of space,

The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. 

I am larger, better than I thought,

I did not know I held so much goodness. 

All seems beautiful to me,

I can repeat over to men and women  

You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,

I will recruit for myself and you as I go, 

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,

I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them, 

Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,

Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me. 

• Walt Whitman

Turn Ya Head

Shara Nova 

Cam Armstrong and Annie Swanson, soloists

Text: 

Look Look around

Turn ya head around 

Notice the exits

Notice the window 

Notice the entrances

Notice the path leading away 

Notice the body

Notice the change 

Notice sensation

Tingling 

Numbness

Pressure 

Tutarana    |    Reena Esmail 

Rue Stammen and Riley Heather-Bergman, soloists

Not texted.  Uses Hindi-based syllabi structure.  Note from the composer:

The title of this piece is a conglomeration of two words: the Italian word ‘tutti’, means ‘all’ or ‘everyone’, and the term ‘tarana’ designates a specific Hindustani (North Indian) musical form, whose closest Western counterpart is the ‘scat’ in jazz. Made up of rhythmic syllables, a tarana is the singer’s chance to display agility and dexterity. While a Hindustani tarana is a solo form, I wanted to bring the tarana into an ensemble setting. 

Soprano

Camiah Baker  

Abbi Blank 

Eileen Brady 

Morgan Fausz 

Aria King  

Lainey Luginbill 

Laney Mitchell  

Zo Povlsen 

Rue Stammen  

Macy Strauss

Eleanor Thompson  

McKenna Warner 

Maddie Yarbro  

Tenor  

Grayson Abend 

Brock Burkett  

Dominic Carlozzi 

Joel Domino  

Jake Grafitti 

Gavric Herring  

Alec Lee

Zack Murray  

Joey Pokrywka 

Anthony Stout  

Joe Stribrny 

Andrew Vo  

Alto 

Cam Armstrong  

Alex Bailey 

Autumn Crowell  

Kamiah Felver 

Samantha Gentz  

Hannah Gerig 

Riley Heather-Bergman  

Abigail Hebreard 

Karla Kunk  

Danielle Merced 

Annie Swanson  

Morgan Thompson 

Emily Thornton  

Bass  

Caden Beier 

Apollo Bernath  

Michael Carlozzi 

Galen Coffman  

Zachary Hardy

Aidan Johnston 

Willis McClure 

Colton Ogg  

Brody Rodriguez 

Declan Tracy  

Nicholas Trevino 

Starr Washington