Vocal Student Recital Insert Program Example

HeidenrösleinLittle rose on the heathPROGRAM NOTESA lad saw a little rose growing,Little red rose on the heath;It was as young and fair as the morning,He ran quickly to have a close look at it,And gazed at it with delight.Little rose, little rose, little rose,Little rose on the heath.The lad said: “I will pick you,Little rose on the heath!”The little rose said: “I will prick you,So that you will always remember me,And I won’t suffer you to pick me.And the cruel lad pickedThe little rose on the heath;The little rose defended itself,But its wails and sighs were of no avail,It had to suffer just the same.Little rose, little rose, little red rose,Little rose on the heath.Du bist wie eine BlumeYou are just like a flowerPROGRAM NOTESYou are just like a flower,So sweet, so pure, and fair;I gaze on you and sadnessSteals through my silent prayer.I feel as though I should bless you,My hands upon your hair,Praying that God always keep youSo pure and sweet and fair.Beau SoirBeautiful EveningWhen at sunset the rivers are rosyAnd a gentle ripple crosses the fields of grain,A suggestion to be happy seems toEmanate from all things and enters the troubledheart.A suggestion to savor the charm of being in theworld while one is young and the evening isbeautiful;For the evening is beautiful;Just as this wave moves on;It to the sea, we to the tomb.

Se tu m’ami, se sospiriIf you love mePROGRAM NOTESIf you love me,If you sigh only for me,Kind shepherd,I feel sorrow for your suffering;I felt pleased that you love me.But if you thinkThat I must love only you,Little shepherd,You are easily subject to deception.Today Silvio chooses a beautiful red rose,But with the excuse that the thorns prick,He will despise it tomorrow.The advice of men,I myself won’t follow.Just because the lily pleases me,I won’t despise the other flowers.PROGRAM NOTESDanza, danza, fanciulla gentileDance, O dance, maiden gayDance, O dance, maiden gay,To the song that I singLightly and airily fly.While bounding, resounding,The billows outring!Dost thou hear the low voices of breezes soft blending.Appeal to thy heart with blandishing tone?They invite to a dance never ending,And whisper,“Dance on!”