Down to the River to Pray
attributed to George H. Allen
arr. Mark D. Templeton
As I went down to the river to pray,
Studyin’ about that good ol’ way,
When you shall wear the starry(/robe and) crown,
Good Lord! Show me the way.
Oh, Brothers(/Fathers/Mothers/Sisters/Children), let’s go down,
Let’s go down, come on down.
Oh, Brothers(/Fathers/Mothers/Sisters/Children), let’s go down,
Down to the river to pray.
The River Driver
Canadian traditional
arr. Great Big Sea & Ian A. Cook
I was just the age of sixteen
when I first went on the drive.
After six months hard labour,
At home I did arrive,
And courted with a pretty girl;
’Twas her caused me to roam.
Now I’m a river driver
And I’m far away from home.
CHORUS
I’ll eat when I am hungry
And I’ll drink when I am dry.
Get drunk whenever I’m ready,
Get sober by and by.
And if the river don’t drown me,
It’s down I’ll need to roam.
For I’m a river driver,
And I’m far away from home.
I’ll build a lonesome castle
Upon some mountain high
Where she can sit and view me
As I go passin’ by,
Where she can sit and view me
As I go marching on.
For I’m a river driver
And I’m far away from home.
When I am old and feeble
And in my sickness lie,
just wrap me up in a blanket
And lay me down to die.
Just get a little blue bird
To sing for me alone.
For I’m a river driver
And I’m far away from home.
Moonshiner
American/Irish traditional
arr. Brian Dean
I am a moonshiner
For seventeen long years,
I spent all my money
On whiskey and beer.
I go to some hollow
And set up my still,
And if the bottle don’t kill me,
Then I don’t know what will.
I go to some barroom
And drink with my friends.
Where the women can’t follow
And see what I spend.
God bless those pretty women,
I wish they was mine!
Their breath is as sweet
As dew on the vine!
Let me eat when I’m hungry.
Let me drink when I’m dry.
A dollar when I’m hard up.
Religion when I die.
The whole world’s a bottle,
And life’s but a dram.
When the bottle gets empty,
It aint worth a damn.
I am a moonshiner.
Kiss from a Rose
Seal
arr. Stefan Wyatt
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea,
You became the light on the dark side of me,
But love remained a drug that’s the high, not the pill,
PRE-CHORUS
But did you know that when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
CHORUS
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey,
The more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah,
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say,
You remain my power, my plasure, my pain,
Baby, to me you’re like a grow’n’ addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me, is that healthy babe?
Bridge
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey.
OUTRO
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
Red Is the Rose
Irish traditional
arr. The High Kings
Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lass,
Come over the hills to your darling.
You choose the road, Love, and I’ll make the vow,
And I’ll be your true love forever.
CHORUS
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows.
Fair is the lily of the valley.
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne,
But my love is fairer than any.
’Twas down by Killarney’s green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining.
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair,
And she swore she’d be my love forever.
It’s not for the parting that my sister pains,
It’s not for the grief of my mother.
It’s all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
Bohemian Rhapsody
Queen/Freddie Mercury
arr. Deke Sharon & Adam Scott
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see.
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows,
Doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and
Thrown it all away.
Mama, oooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body’s aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, oooh,
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!
Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me.
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, magnifico.
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me,
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go!) Will not let you go.
(Let me go!) Never let you go.
(Let me go!) Never let you go. (Let me go!)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside
For me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters.
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.
~~ Please transition to attached Quonset hut ~~
Like Leaves We’ll Fall in Love
arr. Jake Tickner
Like leaves in fall, we’ll fall in love.
My Lord, What a Mornin'
African American spiritual
arr. R. Lee Gilliam
My Lord, what a mornin’,
My Lord, what a mornin’,
My Lord, what a mornin’,
When the stars begin to fall.
You’ll hear the trumpet sound(/sinners mourn),
To wake the nations underground,
Lookin’ to my God’s right hand,
When the stars begin to fall.
Sicut Cervus
Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina
Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum,
(As the deer desires the stream’s water,)
Ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.
(So longs my soul for you, God.)
Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
David Donaldson, David Long, Steve Roche, & Janet Roddick
arr. Tom Anderson, Ian A. Cook, & Dana Skoglund
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf,
There shadows lay, be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind went on from west to east.
All movement in the forest ceased.
But shrill and harsh across the marsh,
The whistling voices were released.
Farewell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow and rain may fall.
We must away ere break of day,
Far o’er the wood and mountain tall.
~~ Brief Intermission ~~
~~ Please return to the main concert space ~~
That’s What Friends Are For
Richard M. Sherman
arr. M. Pickus & Ian A. Cook
We’re your friends. We’re your friends.
We’re your friends till the bitter end.
When you’re alone, who comes around
To pluck you up when you are down?
And when you’re outside looking in,
Who’s there to open the door?
That’s what friends are for.
Who’s always eager to extent a friendly claw?
That’s what friends are for.
And when you’re lost in dire need,
Who’s at your side at lightning speed?
We’re friends with every creature coming down the pike.
In fact we’ve never met an animal we didn’t like!
So you can see we’re friends,
We’re friends in need,
And friends in need
Are friends indeed.
We’ll keep you safe in the jungle forever more.
That’s what friends are for.
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
George David Weiss, Luigi Creatore, & Hugo Peretti
arr. Jon Nicholas
In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.
In the jungle, the quiet jungle,
The lion sleeps tonight.
In the village, the peaceful village,
The lion sleeps tonight.
In the village, the quiet village,
The lion sleeps tonight.
Hush, my darling, don’t fear, my darling,
The lion sleeps tonight.
Hush, my darling, don’t fear, my darling,
The lion sleeps tonight.
Two Meditations: II. Jonah’s Song
Peter Schickele
The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God’s sunlit waves rolled by,
And lift me deep’ning down to doom.
I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.
In black despair I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine.
He bowed his ear to my complaints;
No more the whale did me contain.
With speed he flew to my relief
As on a radiant dolphin borne,
Awful, yet bright as lightning shone
The face of my Deliverer God.
My song forever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.
Will the Circle Be Unbroken
Appalachian traditional
arr. J. David Moore
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by,
There’s a better home awaitin’
If we try, Lord, if we try.
I was singing with my brothers,
I was singing with my friends,
And we all can sing together,
’cause the circle never ends.
Oh, will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by,
There’s a better home awaitin’
If we try, Lord, if we try.
I was born down in the valley
Where the sun refuse’ to shine,
But I’m climbing up to the highland,
Gonna make that mountain mine!
Oh, will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by,
There’s a better home awaitin’
In the sky, Lord, in the sky,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
The Parting Glass
Gaelic traditional
arr. Ian A. Cook
Of all the money that e’er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done,
Alas, it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit,
To mem’ry now I can’t recall.
So fill to me the parting glass.
Good night, and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall.
Then fill to me the parting glass.
Good night, and joy be with you all.
So fill to me the parting glass,
And drink a health whate’er befall,
And gently rise and softly call:
“Good night, and joy be with you all.”
Of all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call:
“Good night, and joy be with you all.”