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SEATTLE UNIVERSITY CHOIRS


THE SEATTLE UNIVERSITY CHOIRS MISSION STATEMENT<br />

The primary purpose of <strong>the</strong> Seattle University Choirs is to foster <strong>the</strong> growth of <strong>the</strong> person and to<br />

enhance <strong>the</strong> enjoyment of music through its study and performance. We aim to bring more love<br />

into <strong>the</strong> world, support each o<strong>the</strong>r in our growth as human beings and musicians, and enrich our<br />

own lives and those of our audiences through <strong>the</strong> outstanding performance of great music.<br />

SEATTLE UNIVERSITY, founded in 1891, is <strong>the</strong> largest independent <strong>university</strong> in <strong>the</strong> Pacific<br />

Northwest and one of <strong>the</strong> nation’s 28 Jesuit colleges and universities. Nearly 8,000 students<br />

are enrolled in 61 undergraduate, 33 graduate, and 21 certificate programs, including doctoral<br />

programs in education and law.<br />

Now celebrating one hundred and twenty years of service (2011), Seattle University is dedicated<br />

to its <strong>mission</strong> of commitment to teaching and learning, education for values, preparation for<br />

service, and growth of persons.


SEATTLE UNIVERSITY CHOIRS<br />

The Seattle University Choirs, under <strong>the</strong> direction of<br />

Dr. Joy Sherman, have grown not only in number, but<br />

also in stature in <strong>the</strong> greater Seattle area. The <strong>choirs</strong>,<br />

composed of students, staff, faculty, and alumni of<br />

Seattle University, are Men’s Chorale, Women’s Chorale,<br />

University Chorale, and Chamber Singers.<br />

The unique character of <strong>the</strong> Seattle University Choirs<br />

is derived from <strong>the</strong> diversity and dedication of its<br />

members. While some of <strong>the</strong> student members pursue<br />

a fine arts major or a music minor, <strong>the</strong> majority of<br />

singers represents all colleges and departments of<br />

<strong>the</strong> <strong>university</strong>.<br />

The Seattle University Choirs perform <strong>the</strong>ir Christmas<br />

and Spring Concerts at St. Joseph Church on Capitol<br />

Hill in Seattle, plus a Family Weekend Concert and a<br />

Lenten Prayer concert in <strong>the</strong> Chapel of St. Ignatius on<br />

<strong>the</strong> Seattle University campus. Audience members<br />

have offered such rave reviews as, “…an incomparable<br />

evening of music and enjoyment!”; “Thank you for a<br />

magical, moving, and uplifting night of music”; and<br />

“The conducting was superb, <strong>the</strong> singing<br />

was awesome.”<br />

As representatives of <strong>the</strong> University, <strong>the</strong> Choirs have<br />

also performed at significant University-affiliated<br />

events off-campus, among <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> OPUS<br />

humanitarian awards at Benaroya Hall (2008) and <strong>the</strong><br />

“Women in <strong>the</strong> World” breakfast sponsored by <strong>the</strong><br />

Seattle International Foundation (2010).<br />

The Seattle University Choirs are proud to live<br />

<strong>the</strong> Jesuit <strong>mission</strong> by providing developmental<br />

opportunities, service to <strong>the</strong> community, and praise<br />

of God through song.<br />

DIRECTOR:<br />

Dr. Joy Sherman joined <strong>the</strong> Faculty at Seattle University in 1991 as Director of Choral<br />

Activities. Dr. Sherman has taught choral music at all levels in public schools and at four<br />

universities. She earned <strong>the</strong> Doctor of Musical Arts degree at <strong>the</strong> University of Colorado at<br />

Boulder, where she received <strong>the</strong> Teaching Excellence Award and was granted membership<br />

in <strong>the</strong> national music honor society, Pi Kappa Lambda.<br />

Dr. Sherman has served as an adjudicator and clinician for honor <strong>choirs</strong> and choral festival<br />

throughout <strong>the</strong> United States conducting <strong>the</strong> California Women’s All-State Choir in 1995<br />

and <strong>the</strong> Saratoga Springs, New York area All-State Choir in 1997. Dr. Sherman presented a<br />

lecture at <strong>the</strong> 1995 national convention of <strong>the</strong> American Choral Directors Association. She<br />

has also published music with Santa Barbara Music Publishing and articles in <strong>the</strong> Choral<br />

Journal, <strong>the</strong> national journal of <strong>the</strong> American Choral Directors Association.<br />

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR:<br />

Lee Peterson has a DMA in piano performance from Michigan State University and<br />

was Assistant Professor of Piano at Baylor University for six years before coming to<br />

Seattle in 1994. An ordained minister, Dr. Peterson earned <strong>the</strong> MATS (Master of Arts in<br />

Transforming Spirituality) at Seattle University in 2003. Currently Assistant Director of<br />

Choral Music at SU, Lee has been with <strong>the</strong> SU <strong>choirs</strong> since 1999, serving as accompanist,<br />

assistant conductor, rehearsal assistant, composer, and arranger/transcriber. She has also<br />

collaborated with o<strong>the</strong>r faculty as an accompanist and performed solo piano recitals on<br />

and off-campus. Lee Peterson’s Missa Anime, com<strong>mission</strong>ed by <strong>the</strong> Choirs, was premiered<br />

in its entirety at <strong>the</strong> SU Choirs Festival of Christmas concerts in 2006.


My spirit sang all day<br />

text by Robert bridges,<br />

music by Gerald Finzi<br />

oxford <strong>university</strong> press<br />

My spirit sang all day<br />

O my joy.<br />

Nothing my tongue could say,<br />

Only my joy!<br />

My heart an echo caught<br />

O my joy<br />

And spake, Tell me thy thought,<br />

Hide not thy joy.<br />

My eyes gan peer around,<br />

O my joy<br />

What beauty hast thou found?<br />

Shew us thy joy.<br />

My jealous ears grew whist;<br />

O my joy<br />

Music from heaven is’t,<br />

Sent for our joy?<br />

She also came and heard;<br />

O my joy,<br />

What, said she, is this word?<br />

What is thy joy?<br />

And I replied, O see,<br />

O my joy,<br />

‘Tis <strong>the</strong>e, I cried, ‘tis <strong>the</strong>e:<br />

Thou art my joy.<br />

Incenerite spoglie<br />

text by Scipione Agnelli,<br />

music by Claudio<br />

Monteverdi<br />

choral public domain library<br />

(sung in Italian)<br />

O ashes of my beloved, <strong>the</strong> stingy<br />

tomb lit by my earthly sun is now<br />

my heaven. Alas, I grieve.<br />

I come to bury you in <strong>the</strong> earth.<br />

My heart is buried with <strong>the</strong>e, as<br />

my love is buried within my breast.<br />

Night and day, Glauco lives in tears<br />

– in fire, in pain, in bitterness and<br />

torment.<br />

See <strong>the</strong> chariot at<br />

hand<br />

text by Ben Jonson, music by<br />

Ralph Vaughan-Williams<br />

oxford <strong>university</strong> press<br />

See <strong>the</strong> chariot at hand here of<br />

Love,<br />

Wherein my Lady rideth!<br />

Each that draws is a swan or a dove,<br />

And well <strong>the</strong> car Love guideth.<br />

As she goes, all hearts do duty<br />

Unto her beauty;<br />

And enamour’d, do wish, so <strong>the</strong>y<br />

might<br />

But enjoy such a sight,<br />

That <strong>the</strong>y still were to run by her<br />

side,<br />

Through swords, through seas,<br />

whi<strong>the</strong>r she would ride.<br />

Do but look on her eyes, <strong>the</strong>y<br />

do light<br />

All that Love’s world compriseth!<br />

Do but look on her hair, it is bright<br />

As Love’s star when it riseth!<br />

Do but mark, her forehead’s<br />

smoo<strong>the</strong>r<br />

Than words that soo<strong>the</strong> her:<br />

And from her arched brows, such<br />

a grace<br />

Sheds itself through <strong>the</strong> face,<br />

As alone <strong>the</strong>re triumphs to <strong>the</strong> life<br />

All <strong>the</strong> gain, all <strong>the</strong> good of <strong>the</strong><br />

elements’ strife.<br />

Have you seen but a bright lily grow<br />

Before rude hands have touched it?<br />

Have you marked but <strong>the</strong> fall of<br />

<strong>the</strong> snow<br />

Before <strong>the</strong> soil hath smutched it?<br />

Have you felt <strong>the</strong> wool of <strong>the</strong><br />

beaver?<br />

Or swan’s down ever?<br />

Or have smelt o’ <strong>the</strong> bud of <strong>the</strong><br />

briar?<br />

Or <strong>the</strong> nard in <strong>the</strong> fire?<br />

Or have tasted <strong>the</strong> bag of <strong>the</strong> bee?<br />

Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so<br />

sweet is she!<br />

Salut printemps<br />

text by Anatole de Ségur,<br />

music by Claude Debussy<br />

edition choudens<br />

soloist:<br />

Mackenzie Cobb<br />

(Sung in French)<br />

Hail, Spring, season of youth! God<br />

gives to all <strong>the</strong> fields a bright crown.<br />

The ardent sap flows, breaking from<br />

its prison. The broom doth gild<br />

<strong>the</strong> green hillside, <strong>the</strong> hawthorne<br />

pours forth its snowy bloom. All is<br />

freshness, love and light; and <strong>the</strong><br />

song and scent pour forth from<br />

earth’s fertile bosom. Greetings,<br />

Spring! Hail, Spring!<br />

Lied vom Winde<br />

text by Eduard Mörike,<br />

music by Hugo Distler<br />

bÄrenreiter-verlag bmi<br />

soloists:<br />

Kait McDougal and Ali Fragoso<br />

(Sung in German)<br />

Whistling wind! Stormy wind! There,<br />

over here! Tell me, where’s your<br />

home? Child, we have traveled for<br />

years, many years across <strong>the</strong> wide<br />

world wishing to know, chasing <strong>the</strong><br />

answer – asking mountains, <strong>the</strong><br />

seas, heaven’s musical multitudes.<br />

These, all <strong>the</strong>se, never know. If<br />

you’re wiser than <strong>the</strong>y, pray, tell us.<br />

Out, out of <strong>the</strong> way, don’t detain<br />

us! Let’s go, let’s go! There’ll be<br />

o<strong>the</strong>rs – try asking again. Hold on!<br />

Slow down, just for a bit! Tell me,<br />

where does love have its home,<br />

its beginning, its end? Who would<br />

know that! Little mischief, you<br />

– love is like <strong>the</strong> wind. Swift and<br />

lively, never at rest, but it is forever<br />

- though not always constant. Out,<br />

out of <strong>the</strong> way! Let’s go, let’s go! If


I see your swee<strong>the</strong>art, I’ll give him<br />

your love. Adieu! Adieu…!<br />

She Weeps over<br />

Rahoon<br />

text by James Joyce, music<br />

by Eric Whitacre<br />

walton music corp.<br />

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly<br />

falling,<br />

Where my dark lover lies.<br />

Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly<br />

calling,<br />

At grey moonrise.<br />

Love, hear thou<br />

How soft, how sad his voice is ever<br />

calling,<br />

Ever unanswered, and <strong>the</strong> dark<br />

rain falling,<br />

Then as now.<br />

Dark too our hearts, O love, shall<br />

lie and cold<br />

As his sad heart has lain<br />

Under <strong>the</strong> moon grey nettles, <strong>the</strong><br />

black mould<br />

And muttering rain.<br />

An Immorality<br />

text by Ezra Pound, music<br />

by Aaron Copland<br />

boosey & hawkes, inc.<br />

soloist:<br />

Micaela Treanor<br />

Sing we for love and idleness,<br />

Naught else is worth <strong>the</strong> having.<br />

Though I have been in many a land,<br />

<strong>the</strong>re is naught else in living.<br />

And I would ra<strong>the</strong>r have my sweet,<br />

though roseleaves die of grieving,<br />

Than do high deeds in Hungary to<br />

pass all men’s believing.<br />

Weep, o mine eyes<br />

text and music by John<br />

Bennet<br />

choral public domain library<br />

sung by alumni of <strong>the</strong> <strong>seattle</strong><br />

<strong>university</strong> <strong>choirs</strong><br />

Weep, o mine eyes, and cease<br />

not. Alas, <strong>the</strong>se your spring tides<br />

methinks increase not. O when<br />

begin you to swell so high that I<br />

may drown me in you?<br />

Fancie<br />

text by William<br />

Shakespeare, music by<br />

Benjamin Britten<br />

boosey & hawkes, inc.<br />

Tell me, tell me, where is Fancie<br />

bred – is it in <strong>the</strong> heart or in <strong>the</strong><br />

head?<br />

How begot, how nourished? Replie,<br />

replie, replie!<br />

It is engendered in <strong>the</strong> eyes, with<br />

gazing fed; and Fancie dies in <strong>the</strong><br />

cradle where it lies.<br />

Let us all ring Fancie’s knell; Ile<br />

begin it. Ding, dong bell.<br />

Summer Again<br />

text by Alfred Lord<br />

Tennyson, music by Ernst<br />

Krenek<br />

rongwen music<br />

Fairies’ Song<br />

text by William<br />

Shakespeare, music by<br />

Ernst Krenek<br />

rongwen music<br />

Lee Peterson Conductor<br />

“Summer is coming, summer is<br />

coming,<br />

I know it, I know it, I know it.<br />

Light again, leaf again, life again,<br />

love again,”<br />

Yes, my wild little poet.<br />

Sing <strong>the</strong> new year in under <strong>the</strong> blue,<br />

Last year you sang it as gladly,<br />

“New, new, new, new!” Is it <strong>the</strong>n<br />

so new<br />

That you should carol so madly?<br />

“Love again, song again, nest again,<br />

young again,”<br />

Never a prophet so crazy!<br />

And hardly a daisy as yet, little<br />

friend,<br />

See, <strong>the</strong>re is hardly a daisy.<br />

“Here again, here, here, here, happy<br />

year!”<br />

O warble unchidden, unbidden!<br />

Summer is coming, is coming,<br />

my dear,<br />

And all <strong>the</strong> winters are hidden.<br />

You spotted snakes with double<br />

tongue,<br />

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;<br />

Newts and blind-worms, do no<br />

wrong,<br />

Come not near our fairy queen.<br />

Philomel, with melody<br />

Sing in our sweet lullaby;<br />

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:<br />

Never harm, nor spell nor charm,<br />

Come our lovely lady nigh;<br />

So, good night, with lullaby.<br />

Weaving spiders, come not here;<br />

Hence, you long-legg’d spinners,<br />

hence!<br />

Beetles black, approach not near;<br />

Worm nor snail, do no offence.<br />

Come again, sweet<br />

Love doth now invite<br />

John Dowland, arranged by<br />

Jessie Oberreuter<br />

Come again:<br />

Sweet love doth now invite,<br />

Thy graces that refrain,<br />

To do me due delight,<br />

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss,<br />

to die,


With <strong>the</strong>e again in sweetest<br />

sympathy.<br />

All <strong>the</strong> day<br />

The sun that lends me shine<br />

By frowns doth cause me pine<br />

And feeds me with delay:<br />

Her smiles, my springs that make<br />

my joys to grow,<br />

Her frowns, <strong>the</strong> winter of my woe.<br />

Amo, Amas<br />

18th century English glee,<br />

arranged by Marshall<br />

Bartholomew<br />

mercury music corporation<br />

Amo, amas, I love a lass as a cedar<br />

tall and slender!<br />

Sweet cowslips’ grace is her<br />

nominative case,<br />

And she’s of <strong>the</strong> feminine gender.<br />

Rorum, corum, sunt divorum!<br />

Harum, scarum Divo!<br />

Tag rag, merry derry, periwig and<br />

hatband,<br />

Hic hoc, horum genetivo!<br />

Can I decline a nymph divine? Her<br />

voice as a flute is dulcis –<br />

Her oculus bright, her manus white,<br />

And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is!<br />

O how bella my puella, I’ll kiss<br />

secula seculorum;<br />

If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my Uxor! O dies<br />

benedictorum!<br />

I am <strong>the</strong> Rose of<br />

Sharon<br />

text from The Song of<br />

Solomon, music by William<br />

Billings<br />

choral public domain library<br />

I am <strong>the</strong> Rose of Sharon and <strong>the</strong><br />

lily of <strong>the</strong> valley. As <strong>the</strong> lily among<br />

<strong>the</strong> thorns, so is my love among<br />

<strong>the</strong> daughters. As <strong>the</strong> apple tree<br />

among <strong>the</strong> trees of <strong>the</strong> wood, so is<br />

my beloved among <strong>the</strong> sons. I sat<br />

down under his shadow with great<br />

delight, and his fruit was sweet<br />

to my taste. He brought me to<br />

<strong>the</strong> banqueting house, His banner<br />

over me was Love. Stay me with<br />

flagons, comfort me with apples,<br />

for I am sick of love. I charge you, O<br />

ye daughters of Jerusalem, by <strong>the</strong><br />

roes and by <strong>the</strong> hinds of <strong>the</strong> field,<br />

that you stir not up nor awake my<br />

love till he please. The voice of my<br />

beloved: behold, he cometh, leaping<br />

upon <strong>the</strong> mountains, skipping upon<br />

<strong>the</strong> hills. My beloved spake and<br />

said unto me: Rise up, my love, my<br />

fair one, and come away – for lo,<br />

<strong>the</strong> winter is past, <strong>the</strong> rain is over<br />

and gone.<br />

No mark<br />

text by Thomas Hornsby<br />

Ferril, music by Cecil<br />

Effinger<br />

g. schirmer, inc.<br />

Lee Peterson Conductor<br />

Corn grew where <strong>the</strong> corn was<br />

spilled<br />

In <strong>the</strong> wreck where Casey Jones<br />

was killed,<br />

Scrub-oak grows and sassafras<br />

Around <strong>the</strong> shady stone you pass<br />

To show where Stonewall Jackson<br />

fell<br />

That Saturday at Chancellorsville,<br />

And soapweed bayonets are steeled<br />

Across <strong>the</strong> Custer battlefield.<br />

But where you die <strong>the</strong> sky is black<br />

A little while with cracking flak,<br />

Then ocean closes very still<br />

Above your skull that held our will.<br />

O swing away, white gull,<br />

Evening star, be beautiful.<br />

La nuit en mer<br />

text by Théodore Botrel,<br />

music by Henk Badings<br />

annie bank: “la nuit en mer” from trois<br />

chansons bretonnes by henk badings<br />

(1907-1987), copyright by annie bank edition, <strong>the</strong><br />

ne<strong>the</strong>rlands, www.anniebank.com.<br />

used by per<strong>mission</strong><br />

(Sung in French)<br />

The breeze swells our sails / Here,<br />

<strong>the</strong> first star shines over <strong>the</strong> wave<br />

that rocks us. / Friends, let us sail<br />

in silence through <strong>the</strong> night. / All<br />

noises have ceased; it is as if all on<br />

earth have died: people and things,<br />

birds and roses, all sleep. / But <strong>the</strong><br />

sea, it is a living thing, an immensity,<br />

always moving, assaulting <strong>the</strong><br />

jetties, disdainful of nights and<br />

days. / Except for it, nothing exists<br />

but <strong>the</strong> big lighthouse and its sad<br />

reflection.<br />

At <strong>the</strong> best place, my friends, let<br />

us quickly throw <strong>the</strong> net. / Then,<br />

wrapped in our sails, our faces<br />

naked to <strong>the</strong> stars, let us sleep. /<br />

Let us dream in <strong>the</strong> profound peace<br />

of all those we love here below.<br />

/ Let us sleep in our schooners<br />

like children in a bassinet / and<br />

tomorrow at high tide, we will<br />

return to <strong>the</strong> coast triumphant!<br />

El grillo<br />

text from Petrucci’s “Tertio<br />

de Frottole”, music by<br />

Josquin Des Prés<br />

handlo music<br />

Lee Peterson Conductor<br />

(Sung in Italian)<br />

The cricket is a good singer<br />

He can sing very long -<br />

He sings all <strong>the</strong> time.<br />

But he doesn’t act like <strong>the</strong> birds.<br />

If <strong>the</strong>y’ve sung a little bit<br />

They go somewhere else<br />

The cricket remains where he is<br />

If <strong>the</strong> month of May is warm<br />

Because he sings out of love.


I have had singing<br />

text by Fred Mitchell, music<br />

by Ron Jeffers<br />

earthsongs<br />

Singing, singing, oh <strong>the</strong> singing!<br />

There was so much singing <strong>the</strong>n!<br />

We all sang, and this was my<br />

pleasure too. The boys in <strong>the</strong> fields,<br />

<strong>the</strong> chapels were full of singing,<br />

always full of singing. Here I lie: I<br />

have had pleasure enough. I have<br />

had singing.<br />

Two Bosnian Songs<br />

Traditional texts and music<br />

collected by jim hoath; introduced<br />

by klapadoowopella quartet<br />

Ernest Piper IV Student conductor<br />

(sung in Bosnian)<br />

The eagles and falcons have<br />

quarreled above Zepech on <strong>the</strong><br />

Yelleck Mountains. The eagles claim,<br />

“This is our mountain” but <strong>the</strong><br />

falcons say “This is our homeland!”<br />

How <strong>the</strong>y have hotly fought and<br />

muddily roiled <strong>the</strong> waters.<br />

Hey! Little tiny steps. Hey! Winding,<br />

dancing, on into <strong>the</strong> night. Hey!<br />

Who is dancing, who is weaving<br />

<strong>the</strong> little steps? Let <strong>the</strong> dance<br />

weave on. Hey, I am dancing, Hey,<br />

I am weaving, Hey, I shall weave<br />

<strong>the</strong> dance.<br />

Sea Fever<br />

text by John Masefield,<br />

music by Nancy Hill Cobb<br />

santa barbara music publishing, inc.<br />

I must down to <strong>the</strong> seas again, to<br />

<strong>the</strong> lonely sea and <strong>the</strong> sky,<br />

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star<br />

to steer her by,<br />

And <strong>the</strong> wheel’s kick and <strong>the</strong> wind’s<br />

song and <strong>the</strong> white sail’s shaking,<br />

And a grey mist on <strong>the</strong> sea’s face,<br />

and a grey dawn breaking.<br />

I must down to <strong>the</strong> seas again, for<br />

<strong>the</strong> call of <strong>the</strong> running tide<br />

Is a wild call and a clear call that<br />

may not be denied;<br />

And all I ask is a windy day with <strong>the</strong><br />

white clouds flying,<br />

And <strong>the</strong> flung spray and <strong>the</strong> blown<br />

spume, and <strong>the</strong> sea-gulls crying.<br />

I must down to <strong>the</strong> seas again, to<br />

<strong>the</strong> vagrant gypsy life,<br />

To <strong>the</strong> gull’s way and <strong>the</strong> whale’s<br />

way where <strong>the</strong> wind’s like a whetted<br />

knife;<br />

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a<br />

laughing fellow-rover<br />

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream<br />

when <strong>the</strong> long trick’s over.<br />

The Lake Isle of<br />

Innisfree<br />

text by William Butler<br />

Yeats, music by David L.<br />

Brunner<br />

boosey & hawkes, inc.<br />

I will arise and go now, and go to<br />

Innisfree,<br />

And a small cabin build <strong>the</strong>re, of<br />

clay and wattles made:<br />

Nine bean-rows will I have <strong>the</strong>re, a<br />

hive for <strong>the</strong> honey-bee;<br />

And live alone in <strong>the</strong> bee-loud<br />

glade.<br />

And I shall have some peace <strong>the</strong>re,<br />

for peace comes dropping slow,<br />

Dropping from <strong>the</strong> veils of <strong>the</strong><br />

morning to where <strong>the</strong> cricket sings;<br />

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and<br />

noon a purple glow,<br />

And evening full of <strong>the</strong> linnet’s<br />

wings.<br />

I will arise and go now, for always<br />

night and day<br />

I hear lake water lapping with low<br />

sounds by <strong>the</strong> shore;<br />

While I stand on <strong>the</strong> roadway, or on<br />

<strong>the</strong> pavements grey,<br />

I hear it in <strong>the</strong> deep heart’s core.<br />

I hear America singing<br />

Traditional text, music by<br />

André J. Thomas<br />

heritage music press<br />

I hear America singing of its<br />

greatness, I hear America singing<br />

strong – I hear America singing of<br />

its beauty, I hear America singing<br />

today. Oh, walk toge<strong>the</strong>r children,<br />

don’t you get weary. Walk toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

children, don’t you get weary.<br />

Talk toge<strong>the</strong>r children, don’t you<br />

get weary. There’s a great camp<br />

meeting in <strong>the</strong> Promised Land.<br />

Sing toge<strong>the</strong>r children, don’t you<br />

get weary. Sing toge<strong>the</strong>r children,<br />

don’t you get weary. Shout toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

children, don’t you get weary.<br />

There’s a great camp meeting in <strong>the</strong><br />

Promised Land. We’re going to sing<br />

of truth and love. Walk toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

hand in hand, toge<strong>the</strong>r in peace.<br />

We’re going to sing and never<br />

tire. Great camp meeting, America<br />

singing – great camp meeting,<br />

Promised Land!


ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS<br />

<strong>seattle</strong> <strong>university</strong>:<br />

Stephen V. Sundborg, SJ<br />

President<br />

Timothy P. Leary,<br />

Executive Vice President<br />

Isiaah Crawford<br />

Provost<br />

David Powers<br />

Dean, College of Arts and Sciences<br />

Joseph Venker, SJ<br />

Chair Fine Arts Department<br />

Rosa Joshi<br />

Chair, Perfoming Arts Division<br />

Quinton Morris<br />

Director, Chamber and Instrumental Music<br />

Luke Ware<br />

Copyright Coordinator, Reprographics<br />

Bill Blauvelt<br />

and Facilities Crew<br />

Nick Coffman, G De Castro, and<br />

Bill McNamara<br />

Campus Ministry<br />

Faculty and staff<br />

Fine Arts Department<br />

Sue & Jim Hogan, Jessie Oberreuter,<br />

and Bil Weis<br />

Friends of Seattle University Choirs<br />

Mary Kay McClure Metcalfe<br />

With deep gratitude for years of visionary support<br />

st. joseph church:<br />

John Whitney, SJ<br />

and <strong>the</strong> wonderful staff<br />

at St. Joseph Church:<br />

Bob McCaffery-Lent, Dennis Gentele,<br />

Renee Leet, Randy Novak,<br />

Greg McNabb, and Anne Moran<br />

Rick Boyle<br />

Academic Vice Principal & Choral Director<br />

layout & design:<br />

Michael Alcantara<br />

assisted by:<br />

Joe Clark<br />

photography:<br />

Lindsey Wasson<br />

Cover and booklet images


THE 2010-2011 SEATTLE UNIVERSITY<br />

CHORALE AND CHAMBER SINGERS<br />

SOPRANOS AND ALTOS<br />

Kayli Ammen<br />

Carly Bennett<br />

Megan Blass<br />

Erica Boling<br />

Bonnie Bowie<br />

Cordula Brown<br />

Shelley Brunkan<br />

Maddie Cary<br />

Ashley (Kat) Catlett<br />

Susie Chinisci<br />

Mackenzie Cobb<br />

Kellie Cox<br />

Margaret Debelius<br />

Rosalyn DiLillo<br />

Soonja Doyle<br />

Jennifer Elstrott<br />

Ali Fragoso<br />

Jacqueline Frye<br />

Ashley Gamble<br />

Olivia Ghersen<br />

Irma Gomez<br />

Michelle Good<br />

Elizabeth Granger<br />

Amanda Haecker<br />

Victoria Hanohano-<br />

Hong<br />

Hea<strong>the</strong>r Hanson<br />

Maddy Heinrich<br />

Audrey Hudgins<br />

Rima Kaboul<br />

Amy Kangas<br />

Paulette Kidder<br />

Sarah Kilcline<br />

Anna Klutho<br />

Kristine Lam<br />

Erin Lashway<br />

Emily Le<br />

Michelle Leberknight<br />

Jennifer Leehey<br />

Julia Leitman<br />

Hila Lenz<br />

Lin Lin<br />

Vicki Lomnicky<br />

Lina Ma<br />

Zoe Maltzer<br />

Emma McAleavy<br />

Kait McDougal<br />

Mary Kay McClure<br />

Metcalfe<br />

Sr. Maria Gorreth<br />

Nassali<br />

Cecille Nazareno<br />

Jessie Oberreuter<br />

ChrisTiana Obey<br />

Alex Ozanich<br />

Gabriela Park<br />

Maria Carmela Principe<br />

Amanda Quan<br />

Tiana Quitugua<br />

Carli Redfield<br />

Jessica Richter<br />

Allison Sidor<br />

Susan Sommer<br />

Lucy Spicer<br />

Alaina Stocker<br />

Kathryn Sweeney<br />

St. Antony Tebitendwa<br />

Micaela Treanor<br />

Sarah Treseler<br />

Amy Truong<br />

Maria Vega<br />

Nicole Vukonich<br />

Amanda Wade<br />

Meghan Walker<br />

Halina Werner<br />

Rachel Whitcomb<br />

Hana Wilder<br />

TENORS, BARITONES AND BASSES<br />

Finn Anderson<br />

Mat<strong>the</strong>w Bagayas<br />

Clinton Carl<br />

Daniel Carr<br />

Daniel Choi<br />

David Chow<br />

Joe Clark<br />

Sean Clavere<br />

John Conway<br />

Shane Dir<br />

Angelo Domitri<br />

Daniel Dovinh<br />

Daniel Dunn<br />

Alexander Dvorsky<br />

Cameron Ellis<br />

Cyrus Fiene<br />

Andrew Harris<br />

Connor Hartling<br />

Grant Hendrix<br />

Thad Higa<br />

Thomas Johnson<br />

David Julian<br />

Daniel Kelly-Petersen<br />

Dane Larsen<br />

Gareth Lim<br />

Ken Linder<br />

Chez Liu<br />

Bill McNamara<br />

Jimmy Messina<br />

Brandon Moss<br />

Adrian Munger<br />

Jessie Oberreuter<br />

Ethan Oddy<br />

Omar Ongoco<br />

Richmond Park<br />

Ernie Piper<br />

Eric Reames<br />

Yishai Reno<br />

Des Richardson<br />

Justin Russell<br />

Jerrold Simms<br />

Chris Spain<br />

Tommy Strawn<br />

Nathaniel Tamayo<br />

Michael Topping<br />

Peter VanNuland<br />

Mark Vega<br />

Ryan Weinman<br />

CHAMBER SINGER<br />

SECTION LEADER<br />

MANAGEMENT TEAM<br />

CREW<br />

graduating senior<br />

ALUMNUS<br />

student conductor:<br />

Ernie Piper<br />

student accompanist:<br />

Nathaniel Tamayo<br />

office assistant:<br />

Connor Hartling<br />

business manager:<br />

Lina Ma<br />

librarian & crew head:<br />

Andrew Harris<br />

assistant librarian:<br />

Finn Anderson<br />

publicity:<br />

Madeline Heinrich<br />

instrumentalists:<br />

Daniel Dovinh, drums<br />

Daniel Dunn, Alto saxophone<br />

Kathryn Sweeney, bass<br />

Sean Clavere, guitar<br />

John Dimond, oboe, English horn


1. MY SPIRIT SANG ALL DAY 2. INCENERITE SPOGLIE 3. SEE THE CHARIOT AT HAND 4. SALUT PRINTEMPS<br />

5. LIED VOM WINDE 6. SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON 7. AN IMMORALITY 8. WEEP, O MINE EYES 9. FANCIE<br />

10. SUMMER AGAIN/FAIRIES’ SONG 11. Come again, sWEET LOVE DOTH NOW INVITE 12. AMO, AMAS<br />

13. I AM THE ROSE OF SHARON 14. NO MARK 15. LA NUIT EN MER 16. EL GRILLO 17. I HAVE HAD SINGING<br />

18. TWO BOSNIAN SONGS 19. SEA FEVER 20. THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE 21. I HEAR AMERICA SINGING<br />

Recorded on April 29 & May 1, 2011 at St. Joseph Church,<br />

Seattle, Washington, by Mat<strong>the</strong>w Sutton and Rick Fisher,<br />

Mastered by Rick Fisher/RFI CD Mastering<br />

CD Manufacturer - Digital Force<br />

901 12 th Avenue<br />

Seattle, WA 98122<br />

206-296-5360<br />

© 2011 <strong>seattle</strong> <strong>university</strong> <strong>choirs</strong>

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