Der Neugierige
From Die schöne Müllerin
By Franz Schubert (1797 – 1828)
Daniel Smithson, tenor
I ask no flower,
I ask no star;
none of them can tell me
what I would so dearly like to hear.
For I am no gardener,
and the stars are too high;
I will ask my little brook
if my heart has lied to me.
O brook of my love,
how silent you are today!
I wish to know just one thing,
one small word, over and over again.
One word is ‘yes’,
the other is ‘no’;
these two words contain for me
the whole world.
O brook of my love,
how strange you are.
I will tell no one else:
say, brook, does she love me?
– Wilhelm Müller (Richard Wigmore)
Go Lovely Rose
From Five English Love Lyrics, Op.24
By Roger Quilter (1877 – 1953)
Dylan Cox Quayle, tenor
Go, lovely Rose! --
Tell her, that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retir'd;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desir'd,
And not blush so to be admir'd.
Then die! -- that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee:
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
– Edmund Waller
What Good Would the Moon Be?
From Street Scene
By Kurt Weill (1900 – 1950)
Kyra Maal-King, soprano
I’ve looked in the windows at diamonds,
They’re beautiful, but they’re cold.
I’ve seen Broadway stars in fur coats
That cost a fortune, so I’m told.
I guess I’d look nice in diamonds,
And sables might add to my charms,
But if someone I don’t care for should buy them,
I’d rather have two loving arms.
What good would the moon be
Unless the right one shared its beams?
What good would dreams-come-true be
If love wasn’t in those dreams?
And a primrose path?
What would be the fun
Of walking down a path like that
Without the right one?
What good would the night be
Unless the right lips whisper low,
“Kiss me oh darling kiss me,”
While evening stars still glow?
No it won’t be a primrose path for me,
No it won’t be diamonds and gold,
But maybe it will be
Someone who'll love me,
Someone who'll love just me
To have and to hold.
– Langston Hughes
Adagio in G minor
Attributed to Tomaso Albinoni (1671 – 1751)
Realized by Remo Giazotto (1910 – 1998)
Jay Lawton, flute
Le cygne (The Swan)
From Le carnaval des animaux
By Camille Saint-Saëns (1835 – 1921)
Miriam Wu, cello
Somewhere
From West Side Story
By Leonard Bernstein (1918 – 1990)
Deanna Baxter, soprano
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us somewhere
There's a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Some day!
Somewhere!
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere
There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand and we're halfway there
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Some day,
Somewhere!
– Stephen Sondheim
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