Program

From Edgar Allan Poe House Combined Sopranos and Altos "Old Abram Brown" from Friday Afternoons ............................... Benjamin Britten Old Abram Brown is dead and gone; You’ll never see him more. He used to wear a long brown coat That buttoned down before.

Chorale

Nightmare Before Christmas Medley from Nightmare Before Christmas .......................Danny Elfman, arr. Alan Billingsly Combined Tenors and Basses Grim Grinning Ghosts..................................... Buddy Baker, arr. Rodger Emerson Chamber Singers

The Bells IV: Iron Bells................................................................................ Mark Lehnowsky Hear the tolling of the bells— Iron bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people—ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone—

They are neither man nor woman—

They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pæan from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells— Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells— To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells— To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— Bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. text by Edgar Allan Poe

Everyone Jabberywocky from Through the Looking Glass ........................................Sam Pottle

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

text by Lewis Carroll

To Honor Our Veterans

Chamber Singers Battle Hymn of the Republic............................................... arr. Peter J. Wilhousky Chorale Lift Every Voice and Sing ....................................Lyrics by James Weldon Johnson, Rosamond Johnson, arr. Rollo Dilworth

Lift every voice and sing, 'til earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of liberty; Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies, Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has brought us, Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us; Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, Let us march on 'til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, Out from the gloomy past, 'til now we stand at last Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way; Thou who has by Thy might led us into the light, Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, Our God, where we met Thee, Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee; Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand, True to our God, true to our native land.

Everyone Tribute to the Armed Services ......................................................arr. Lloyd Larson