How Can I Keep from Singing?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Program Notes

Singing is a communal activity around the world. We sing when we are sad; we sing when we are happy; we sing to celebrate and we sing to mourn; we sing to mark important and ceremonial occasions; and we sing for the pure joy of doing so. Hence, the title for this concert.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Elaine Hagenberg: Alleluia

Text by Saint Augustine (354–430)

All shall be Amen and Alleluia.
We shall rest and we shall see.
We shall see and we shall know.
We shall know and we shall love.
Behold our end which is no end.

Felix Mendelssohn: Verlein uns Frieden

Text by Martin Luther (1483–1546)

German text:

Verleih uns Frieden gnädiglich,
Herr Gott, zu unsern Zeiten!
es ist doch ja kein Andrer nicht,
der für uns könnte streiten,
denn du, unser Gott, alleine.

English text:

In these our days so perilous,
Lord, peace in mercy send us;
No God but thee can fight for us,
No God but thee defend us;
Thou our only God and Saviour.

Imant Raminsh: Psalm 121

Text from the Book of Psalms

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

Eleanor Daley: Canticle to the Spirit

Text by Hildegard von Bingen ( 1098–1179)

Holy Spirit,
giving life to all life, moving all creatures,
root of all things,
washing them clean,
wiping out their mistakes,
healing their wounds,
you are our true life,
luminous, wonderful,
awakening the heart
from its ancient sleep.

Elaine Hagenberg: I Will be a Child of Peace

Text attributed to Alonzo Gilman (1878–1966)

O Holy Father I will be a child of peace and purity.
For well I know Thy hand will bless the seeker after righteousness.

Donald McCullough: Crossing the Bar

Text by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Ivo Antognini: Alleluia

Alleluia

Gerald Finzi: My Spirit Sang All Day

Text by Robert Bridges (1844–1930)

My spirit sang all day
O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,
Only my joy!
My heart an echo caught
O my joy,
And spake,
Tell me thy thought,
Hide not thy joy.
My eyes gan peer around,
O my joy,
What beauty hast thou found?
Shew us thy joy.
My jealous ears grew whist;
O my joy
Music from heaven is't
Sent for our joy?
She also came and heard;
O my joy,
What, said she, is this word?
What is thy joy?
And I replied,
O see,
O my joy,
'Tis thee, I cried,
'tis thee:
Thou art my joy.

Sarah Quartel: How Can I Keep From Singing?

My life flows on in endless song
above earth’s lamentations,
I hear the real though far-off tune
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?

While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness ‘round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that rock I’m clinging.
Since love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it,
And day by day this pathway smooths
since first I learned to love it.

The peace of love makes fresh my heart,
a fountain ever springing;
All things are mine in love and joy!
How can I keep from singing?

Zoltán Kodály: Missa Brevis

Latin text:

Kyrie

Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.

English text:

Kyrie

Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.

Ivor R. Davies: Prayers From the Ark

Text by Carmen de Gasztold (1919–1995),
translated from French by Rumer Godden (1907–1998)

  1. Noah's Prayer

Lord, what a menagerie!
Between Your downpour and these animal cries one cannot hear oneself think!

The days are long, Lord.
All this water makes my heart sink.
When will the ground cease to rock under me feet?

The days are long.
Master Raven has not come back.
Here is your dove.
Will she find us a twig of hope?

The days are long, Lord.
Guide Your Ark to safety, some zenith of rest, where we can escape at last from this brute slavery.

The days are long, Lord.
Lead me until I reach the shore of Your covenant.
Amen.

2. The Prayer of the Little Bird

Dear God,
I don’t know how to pray by myself very well,
but will You please protect my little nest from wind and rain?
Put a great deal of dew on the flowers,
many seeds in my way.
Make Your blue very high,
Your branches lissom.
Let Your kind light,
stay late in the sky and set my heart brimming with such music that I must sing.
Please, Lord.
Amen.

3. The Prayer of the Cat

Lord,
I am the cat.
It is not exactly that I have something to ask of You!
No
I ask nothing of anyone,
but,
if You have by some chance in some celestial barn,
a little white mouse,
or a saucer of milk,
I know someone who would relish them.
Wouldn't you like someday
to put a curse on the whole race of dogs?
If so I should say,
Amen.

4. The Prayer of the Mouse

I am so little and grey,
dear God,
how can you keep me in mind?
Always spied upon,
always chased.
Nobody ever gives me anything,
and I nibble meagerly at life.
Why do they reproach me with being a mouse?
Who made me but You?
I can only ask to stay hidden.
Give me my hunger’s pittance
safe from the claws of that devil with green eyes.
Amen.

5. The Prayer of the Raven

I believe, Lord, I believe!
It is faith that serves us,
You have said it!

I believe the world was made for me,
because as it dies I thrive on it.
My undertaker’s black is in keeping with my cynical old heart.
Raven land is between You and that life down there,
for whose end I wait to gratify myself.

”Aha!” I cry.

”Avant moi le déluge!”

What a feast!
I shall never go back to the Ark!
Oh let it die in me this horrible nostalgia.
Amen.

6. The Prayer of the Dove

The Ark waits, Lord,
the Ark waits on Your will,
and the sign of Your peace.

I am the dove,
simple as the sweetness that comes from You.

The Ark waits, Lord;
it has endured.
Let me carry it
a sprig of hope and joy,
and put, at the heart of its forsakenness,
this, in which Your love clothes me,
Grace immaculate.
Amen.

Paul Halley: Soldier, Won't You Marry Me?

Traditional English from Roud number 489, C. 1900

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no hat to put on?

Off to the tailor she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put it on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no coat to put on?

Off to the tailor she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put it on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no shoes to put on?

Off to the shoe shop she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put them on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
And a wife and baby at home?

Off to the tailor...

Off to the...

And a wife and baby at home!

Larry Nickel: I Cannot Dance

Text by Mechthild of Magdeburg (13th Century)

I can
I cannot
I cannot dance
I cannot dance, O Lord
unless You lead me

If You want me to leap with joy
let me see You dance and sing

Alleluia

Docete me, docete me saltare
(teach me to dance)
I cannot dance, O Lord, unless you lead me

If you want me to leap joyfully
let me see You dance and sing,
O Lord Fill me with Your joy

Then I shall leap into Love
and from Love into Knowledge
then from Knowledge into Harvest
Sweet fruit of the vine

Leap into love
Love into Knowledge
Knowledge into Harvest
Sweet fruit, beyond all human sensation

There I will stay with You
whirling and twirling

Alleluia – dance for joy!

Artist Information

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Rod Epp, Accompanist

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography