2021-22 Season Repertoire

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We sing a broad spectrum of great choral music from the 16th century to the present, including Renaissance motets, newly commissioned choral works, world folk music, traditional college songs, and the great choral orchestral masterworks.


Tour repertoire

Gaudeamus igitur – Traditional student song

Bogoroditse Devo - Arvo Pärt (b. 1935)

Bogoróditse Dévo, ráduysia,

Blagodátnaya Maríye, Ghospód s Tobóyu,

Blagosslovéna Ti v zhenáh

i blagoslovén plod chréva Tvoyégó,

yáko Spása rodilá yesí dush náshih.

Rejoice O Virgin Theotokos

Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you

Blessed are you among women

and blessed is the Fruit of your womb,

for You have borne the Savior of our

souls.

Ave Maria - R. Nathaniel Dett (1882 - 1943)

Ave Maria, gratia plena,

Dominus tecum.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus,

et benedictus fructus ventris tui,

Jesus.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,

ora pro nobis peccatoribus,

nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Amen

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb,

Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Regina caeli - Vicente Lusitano (1520 - 1561)

Regina caeli laetare, Alleluia,

quia quem meruisti portare, Alleluia,

Queen of Heaven, rejoice, Alleluia,

for He whom you were worthy to bear,

Alleluia,

Bogoroditse Devo - Rachmaninoff (1873 - 1943)

Bogoróditse Dévo, ráduysia,

Blagodátnaya Maríye, Ghospód s

Tobóyu, Blagosslovéna Ti v

zhenáh

i blagoslovén plod chréva

Tvoyégó, yáko Spása rodilá

yesí dush náshih.

Rejoice O Virgin Theotokos

Mary full of grace, the Lord is with

you Blessed are you among

women and blessed is the Fruit of

your womb, for You have borne the

Savior of our souls.

Meditation - Joel Thompson, MUS ‘26 Composed for the 161st Yale Glee Club

Even the silence has a story to tell you.

Just listen.

Listen

     - from Jacqueline Woodson’s novel Brown Girl Dreaming

Paradise - Angélica Negrón (b.1981)

What a paradise!

Such a pleasant paradise!

A fruitful paradise,

A lush paradise,

A treasure, majestic and radiant

A treasure, abundant and fertile

Look at this tiny paradise!

What a tiny rich paradise!

Breathtakingly beautiful

In the deep blue

A gem in the tropics

Palm trees waving in the soft breeze

Broad white beaches glistening

Paradise

Look at this tiny paradise!

What a tiny rich paradise!

Paradise

     –Angélica Negrón, based on words by Bartolomé de las Casas, 

       Fray Iñigo Abbad y Lasierra and travelogue videos

Though the great Waters sleep - Isaac Lovdahl (b. 1993)

Winner, 2021 Yale Glee Club Emerging Composers Competition

Though the great Waters sleep,

That they are still the Deep,

We cannot doubt—

No vacillating God

Ignited this Abode

To put it out—

     –Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

A Heart in Port - Shruthi Rajasekar (b. 1996)

Wild nights—Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile—the winds—

To a Heart in port—

Done with the Compass—

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden—

Ah—the Sea!

Might I but moor—tonight –

In thee!

     –Emily Dickinson

Now We Can Begin - Arianne Abela, MUS ‘10

Co-Commissioned by Classical Movements’ Eric Daniel Helms New 

Music Program and the Yale Glee Club, to honor the contributions of 

Crystal Eastman to the fight for women’s suffrage in the United States, in 

celebration of the centennial of the ratification of the 19th Amendment

Part, oh clouds, and rise, oh sun!

Now we can begin

Praise the work so bravely done.

Now we can begin!

Every triumph, every win,

Brings the light more brightly in.

Let it shine for everyone.

Now we can begin!

     –Ruthie Prilliman ygc ’16

Praise the work,

I’m gonna praise the work

Fourish spirit, echo song.

Now we can begin!

Let our passion keep us strong.

Now we can begin!

Every triumph, every win,

Brings the light more brightly in.

Let it light us from within.

Now we can begin!

Angel Band - arr. Shawn Kirchner

No. 2 from Heavenly Home: Three American Songs

My latest sun is sinking fast,

     my race is almost run.

My strongest trials now are past,

     my triumph is begun

Oh come angel band

Come and around me stand

Oh bear me away on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

I know I’m near the holy ranks

     of friends and kindred dear;

I’ve brushed the dew on Jordan’s banks,

     the crossing must be near

I’ve almost gained my heav’nly home—

     my spirit loudly sings.

The Holy Ones, behold they come

     I hear the noise of wings

Tchaka - Sydney Guillaume

Chofe dife! Nou pral manje tchaka!

Chofe dife, brase mayi, pa bliye tisale,

Nou pral manjeyon bon tchaka,

Nou pral voye monte yon bouyon tèt chaje.

Twa tanbou yo frape, tout mon rele

     anmwe.

An nou pote kole pou nou tout ka vanse.

An nou makonnen ansanm nan yon bèl

     amoni

Yon bon bouyon lakay, yon tchaka mizikal.

Se yon bon bouyon lakay, yon tchaka

     nasyonal,

Se yon bon bouyon lakay …

Chofe dife! Chofe dife!

Yanvalou, Kontredans, Rabòday se gwo

     koze.

Mizik lakay, o wi se bèl bagay.

Pote kole; kòtakòt n’ape vanse.

Chofe dife, chofe dife,

tchaka ape monte!

Ibo, Bolero, Banda, Mayi, Congo, Petro,

     Maskaron…

Miziksa yo se konpa lakay.

Nou danse Kalinda, nou chante Rabòday,

Tèt ansanm, nan remmen, an nou fè bèl

     bagay.

Chofe dife! Chofe dife!

Nou proklame lespwa e nou cante lapè,

Pou limyè la jistis blayi sou tout latè.

N’ap kontinye chante …

N’ap kontinye chante pou fè lavi pi bèl!

Nan jistis, nan renmen, an nou manje

     yon bon tchaka!

Ayibobo!

An’n manje yon bon tchaka!

Turn up the fire! We are going to eat

     tchaka!

Turn up the fire, stir up the corn,

     don’t forget the salt pork,

We are going to eat delicious tchaka.

We are going to cook up a

     mind-blowing stew.

At the sound of the three drums,

     everyone yells out hurray.

If we join together we can all move

     forward.

Let us enmesh in lovely harmony.

A delicious homemade stew, a musical

     tchaka.

It’s a delicious homemade stew, a

     national tchaka,

A delicious homemade stew …

Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire!

Yanvalou, Kontredans, Rabòday are

     amazing.

Roots yes, oh yes, that’s good stuff.

Let’s stick together, side by side we can

     move forward.

Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire!

The tchaka is cooking!

Ibo, Bolero, Banda, Mayi, Congo,

     Petro, Maskaron …

These are the rhythms of our roots.

We danced the Kalinda and we sang

     Rabòday,

Heads together, with love, let us do

     great things.

Turn up the fire! Turn up the fire!

We proclaimed hope and we sang of

     peace,

So that the light of justice spreads

     throughout the earth.

We’ll keep on singing …

We’ll keep on singing to make life

     more beautiful!

In justice and in love, let’s eat a

     delicious tchaka!

Amen!

Let’s eat a delicious tchaka!

     - Gabriel T. Guillaume

Because You Sang - Arianne Abela, MUS ‘10

Composed for the Yale Glee Club and Yale Glee Club Associates

Who will wear this burden?

What harbinger of Spring

will weather storm and clamor

and living future bring?

Fortified and boundless

with voice unwavering

Because you sang, I sing, I sing,

Because you sang, I sing.

Armored with each other

Though newly had you met.

Sounding ever outwards,

for souls not entered yet.

Louder yet the uproar,

against oppressions sting.

Because you sang, I sing, I sing,

Because you sang, I sing.

A choir of a thousand

distinguished woven parts.

Perfect in its union

of common beating hearts

I’ll add my voice, my vigor.

The song you raised will ring.

Because you sang, I sing, I sing,

Because you sang, I sing.

     –Ruthie Prilliman

The Sixty-Seventh Psalm - Carl Haywood (b. 1949)

God be merciful unto us, and bless us;

and cause his face to shine upon us;

That thy way may be known upon earth,

thy saving health among all nations.

Let the people praise thee, O God;

let all the people praise thee.

Let the nations be glad and sing for joy:

for thou shalt judge the people righteously,

and govern the nations upon earth.

Let the people praise thee, O God;

let all the people praise thee.

Then shall the earth yield her increase;

and God, even our own God, shall bless us.

God shall bless us;

and all the ends of the earth shall fear him.

Love Bade Me Welcome - David Hurd (b. 1950)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

     Guiltie of dust and sinne.

But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack

     From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,

     If I lack’d any thing.

A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:

     Love said, you shall be he.

I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah my deare,

     I cannot look on thee.

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

     Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame

     Go where it doth deserve.

And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?

     My deare, then I will serve.

You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:

     So I did sit and eat.

     —George Herbert (1593-1633)

O Praise the Lord - Ulysses Kay (1917-1995)

O praise the Lord, all ye nations:

praise him, all ye people.

For his merciful kindness is great toward us:

and the truth of the Lord endureth for ever.

Praise ye the Lord; o praise the Lord.

Choral Orchestral Works

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