the dale warla .sinGers.Dale Warland, conductor

the dale warland sinqersdale warland,conductorwayne m. kivell, assistant conductorSunday, April 9, 1978 -4 p.m., Janet Wallace Fine Arts Center

ISept Chansons ...........................•..•.......... Francis Poulenc

(sung in French) (1899-1963)

1. La blanche neige (The White Snow)

The angels in the skyWill present you the medalOf a beautiful sunFalling, and have I notMy beloved in my arms.

· . . Guillaume Apollinaire

2. A peine defiguree (Barely Defaced)

Goodbye sadness.Hello sadness.You are inscribed in the eyes that I love.For the poorest lips betray you with a smile.Sadness,Lovely face.

· . . Paul Eluard

3. Par une nuit nouvelle (By a New Night)

Woman with whom I lived,Woman with whom I am living,Woman with whom I will live,Always the same, the same, the same!

· . . Paul Eluard

4. Tous les droits (Every Right)

Feign the florid shadow of hanging flowers in the spring,The agony of autumn visionaries, the scent of rosesIn the dearing of your eyes.

· .. Paul Eluard

5. Belle et ressemblante (Lovely and Like)

A face at the end of the day.Every source's source at the water's depthThe leaves' last glimmer of dayA face Iike all forgotten facesEvery hidden sun.

· .. Paul Eluard

6. Marie

You danced there as a little girlIt is the jig which hops aboutAll the bells will ringWhen thus you come back, Marie.The river is like my painIt flows and never dries upWhen the week is overWhen thus you return, Marie.

· .. Guillaume Apollinaire

7. Luire (To Shine)

Irreproachably cultivated earthHoney of dawn, blossoming sunClear summer sun withits warmth, its sweetness, its tranquility.

· .. Paul Ehrardtranslations of the French by Susan Reed

I IVier Gesange, Op. 17, No.1 ' . Johannes Brahms

(sung in German) (1833-97)

1. Es tont ein voller Harfenklang (The Harp Resounds with Wild Refrain)

The harp resounds with wild refrainThat -glows with love and yearningIt fills my heart with deepest painAnd tears flow hot and,burning.

2. Lied von Shakespeare (Song from Twelfth Night)-

Come away, come away, deathAnd in sad cypress let me be laidFlyaway, flyaway, breathI am slain by a fair cruel maid.

3. Der Gartner (The Gardener)'

Wherever I may wonderIn field and wood and plainsFrom hill or valley yonderI send you, ever fonderA thousand sweet refrains

4. Gesang aus Fingal (Song from Fingal)

Weep on the rocks where the storm winds are ragingWeep, 0 thou maiden of Inistore!Bend over the waters thy lovely headFairer art thou than the mountain spiritWhen he at noon in the brightness of the sunTouches the silence of Morven's height.

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I I I... a riveder Ie stelle ~ Ingvar Lidholm

(sung in Italian) (b. 1921)

from The Divine Comedy by Dante AlighieriBut night again is rising; time is nowThat we depart from hence. We have seeo all.The Guide and I, entering that secret road,Toiled to return into the world of light"Nor thought on any resting-place bestowed.We climbed, he first, I following, till to sightAppeared those things of beauty that heaven wearsGlimpsed through a rounded opening, faintly bright;Thence issuing, we beheld again the stars.

Intermission

IVA Stopwatch and an Ordnance Map ' Samuel Barber

(b. 1910)A stopwatch and an ordnance mapAt five a man fell to the ground,And the watch flew off his wristLike a moon struck from the earthMarking a blank time that staresOn the tides of change beneath.All under the olive trees . . .

. . . Stephen Spender

vThree English Folk Songs Ralph Vaughan Williams

(1872-1958)1. The Springtime of the Year

As I walked out one morningIn the Springtime of the yearI overheard a sailor boyLikewise a lady fair.They sang a song together . . .

2. Just As the Tide Was FlowingOne morning in the month of MayDown by some rolling riverA jolly sailor, I did strayWhen I beheld my lover.She carelessly along did strayAnd sweetly sang her roundelayJust as the tide was flowing . . .

3. The Lover's GhostWell met, well met, my own true loveLong time I have been absent from theeI am lately come from the salt seaAnd tis all for the sake, my love, of thee ....

VINight · · · · · · · ~· · · · · .. · .. ~ Gyorgy Ligeti

(sung in Hungarian) (b. 1923)

A thicket of thorns,Silence!My beloved,the beating of my heart ...Silence! Darkness!Night!

... after a poem by Sandor Weores

Morning Gyorgy Ligeti(sung in Hungarian) (b. 1923)

Ring, bell, ring!A greeting of all is well . . .Already the time ticks in the towerIn the morn - and the cock crows ...Ring, bell, ring!Morning, Ah!

... after a poem by Sandor Weores

translations of the Hungarian by Tibor Zoltai

Twelfth Night · . · · · · · · · Samuel Barber(b. 1910)

No night could be darker than this nightNo cold, so cold, as the blood snaps like a wireAnd the heart's sap stills, and the year seems defeated.o never again, it seems, can green things runOr sky birds fly, or the grass exhale its humming breathFrom this dark lung of winter . . .

. . . Laurie Lee

VIITrois Chansons Bretonnes · .. · · · · .. Henk Badings

(sung in French) (b. 1907)

1. La nuit en mer (Night on the Sea)

The breeze swells our sailHere is the first star, shiningon the wave that rocks us.Friends, let us sail in silence.In the night all sounds are stilledBut the sea is the Living

A moving immensityAnd tomorrow at high tide .We will meet at the shore 'Triumphant!

. . . Theodore Botrel

2. La complainte des ames (The Souls' Lament)

Virgin Mary,Oh good mother,o good mother of Jesus,Here is the bitter lamentWe come this autumn nightIt is Jesus Christ who commands us

to awaken the sleepingAh! You who sleep in the black nightHoping in vain for the prayersthat they have a right to expect from you

. . . Theodore Botrel

3. Soir d' ete (Summer Evening)

Uson, my pet, let's come down from the hillFor the day is sinking to the rosy horizonLet us profit by the time before it dies:Come, my Lison, to our abodelIn the immense peace of evening,romance arisesLittle crickets, and the open plain,embraced by Phoebus, savors the ecstasy

translations of the French by Susan Reed

of the last raysLison, my little one, let us quickly pray,So as not to be left from Eternity,

'And may it urged us to flee this lifeAt this enraptured time,of a summer evening.

. . . Theodore Botrel

This concert is conducted by Wayne M. Kivell, assistant conductor

The Dale Warland SingersDale Warland, conductor

Wayne M. Kivell, assistant conductor

SOPRANO TENOR

Ruth BrewsterSue E. DoranNancy GrundahlJanet JohnsonAnne MollisonMary Lou OlsonSusan ReedMarie SathrumSue ShepardLinda SteenRuth A. Taylor

Russell P. AllenPaul J. AndersonGeorge BerglundRobert EngelsonTimothy JohnsonAlan MadisonA. Douglas NodlandDavid NordliGordon W. OlsonDavid' A. Schwandt

ALTO BASS

Thea EngelsonVicki R. HultineLynn C. JonesChris LudwigDianne PrieditisFrances RobinsonArlene SedioMarilyn SieberRica·Jane Van

David BriggsCharles T. GabrielsonLloyd HjeUeWaynne HornickePaul KaatrudDana SkoglundFrank SteenClyde ThompsonHoward White

INSTRUMENTALISTS

Eric Kodner, Bruce Rardin, French hornKathy Kienzle, harpBarbara Huestis, tympaniCeleste O'Brien, piano

Russell P. Allen, Manager

A special thanks to May Munson

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