the seattle university choirs mission statement

With thee again in sweetest
sympathy.
All the day
The sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay:
Her smiles, my springs that make
my joys to grow,
Her frowns, the winter of my woe.
Amo, Amas
18th century English glee,
arranged by Marshall
Bartholomew
mercury music corporation
Amo, amas, I love a lass as a cedar
tall and slender!
Sweet cowslips’ grace is her
nominative case,
And she’s of the feminine gender.
Rorum, corum, sunt divorum!
Harum, scarum Divo!
Tag rag, merry derry, periwig and
hatband,
Hic hoc, horum genetivo!
Can I decline a nymph divine? Her
voice as a flute is dulcis –
Her oculus bright, her manus white,
And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is!
O how bella my puella, I’ll kiss
secula seculorum;
If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my Uxor! O dies
benedictorum!
I am the Rose of
Sharon
text from The Song of
Solomon, music by William
Billings
choral public domain library
I am the Rose of Sharon and the
lily of the valley. As the lily among
the thorns, so is my love among
the daughters. As the apple tree
among the trees of the wood, so is
my beloved among the sons. I sat
down under his shadow with great
delight, and his fruit was sweet
to my taste. He brought me to
the banqueting house, His banner
over me was Love. Stay me with
flagons, comfort me with apples,
for I am sick of love. I charge you, O
ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the
roes and by the hinds of the field,
that you stir not up nor awake my
love till he please. The voice of my
beloved: behold, he cometh, leaping
upon the mountains, skipping upon
the hills. My beloved spake and
said unto me: Rise up, my love, my
fair one, and come away – for lo,
the winter is past, the rain is over
and gone.
No mark
text by Thomas Hornsby
Ferril, music by Cecil
Effinger
g. schirmer, inc.
Lee Peterson Conductor
Corn grew where the corn was
spilled
In the wreck where Casey Jones
was killed,
Scrub-oak grows and sassafras
Around the shady stone you pass
To show where Stonewall Jackson
fell
That Saturday at Chancellorsville,
And soapweed bayonets are steeled
Across the Custer battlefield.
But where you die the sky is black
A little while with cracking flak,
Then ocean closes very still
Above your skull that held our will.
O swing away, white gull,
Evening star, be beautiful.
La nuit en mer
text by Théodore Botrel,
music by Henk Badings
annie bank: “la nuit en mer” from trois
chansons bretonnes by henk badings
(1907-1987), copyright by annie bank edition, the
netherlands, www.anniebank.com.
used by permission
(Sung in French)
The breeze swells our sails / Here,
the first star shines over the wave
that rocks us. / Friends, let us sail
in silence through the night. / All
noises have ceased; it is as if all on
earth have died: people and things,
birds and roses, all sleep. / But the
sea, it is a living thing, an immensity,
always moving, assaulting the
jetties, disdainful of nights and
days. / Except for it, nothing exists
but the big lighthouse and its sad
reflection.
At the best place, my friends, let
us quickly throw the net. / Then,
wrapped in our sails, our faces
naked to the stars, let us sleep. /
Let us dream in the profound peace
of all those we love here below.
/ Let us sleep in our schooners
like children in a bassinet / and
tomorrow at high tide, we will
return to the coast triumphant!
El grillo
text from Petrucci’s “Tertio
de Frottole”, music by
Josquin Des Prés
handlo music
Lee Peterson Conductor
(Sung in Italian)
The cricket is a good singer
He can sing very long -
He sings all the time.
But he doesn’t act like the birds.
If they’ve sung a little bit
They go somewhere else
The cricket remains where he is
If the month of May is warm
Because he sings out of love.