ACDA National Conference
March 8, 2017
Concert Program
One Boy Told Me
Timothy C. Takach
Timothy C. Takach Publications
Music lives inside my legs. It’s coming out when I talk.
There’s a stopper in my arm that’s not going to let me grow any bigger. I’ll be like this always, small.
I’ll invite a bee to live in your shoe.
What if you found your shoe full of honey?
My tongue is the car wash for the spoon.
Just think -- no one has ever seen inside this peanut before!
When I grow up my old names will live in the house
where we live now. I’ll come and visit them.
What does minus mean? I never want to minus you.
I do and don’t love you -- isn’t that happiness?
Naomi Shihab Nye
excerpts from “One Boy Told Me”
Light in the Hallway
Scott Hoying, Mitchell Grassi, Audra Mae
As recorded by Pentatonix; Licensed through Tresóna Music
Close your eyes, lay your head down, now it's time to sleep.
May you find great adventure as you lie and dream.
If you're scared of the darkness, I will calm your fear.
There's a light in the hallway so you know I'm here.
So count your blessings every day.
It makes the monsters go away.
And everything will be okay.
You are not alone.
You are right at home
Goodnight...
You won't need me forever, but I'll still be here.
For we all have our nightmares, even me, my dear.
From now on, if you need me, you can sing this song.
There's a light in the hallway burning all night long.
So count your blessings every day.
It makes the monsters go away
And everything will be okay
You are not alone
You are right at home
Goodnight...
Scott Hoying, Mitchell Grassi, and Audra Mae
Only In Sleep
Ēriks Ešenvalds
Musica Baltica, Distributed by Edition Peters
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild—
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten—
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the dollhouse stood at the turn of the stair.
Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
The Stars Stand Up In The Air
Eric William Barnum
Walton Music
The stars up in the air,
The sun and the moon are gone,
The strand of its waters is bare.
And her sway is swept from the swan.
The cuckoo was calling all day,
Hid in the branches above,
How my stóirín is fled away,
’Tis my grief that I gave her my love.
Three things by love I see—
Sorrow and sin and death—
And my mind reminding me
That this doom I breathe with my breath.
But sweeter than violin or lute
Is my love—and she left me behind.
I wish that all music were mute,
And I to all beauty were blind.
She’s more shapely than swan by the strand,
She’s more radiant than grass after dew,
She’s more fair than the stars where they stand—
’Tis my grief that her ever I knew!
Thomas MacDonagh
(1878-1916)
Belong
Jocelyn Hagen
Manuscript
Home is home no longer.
(When) I’m grown and gone,
Where will I belong?
Could I belong with you?
Could I shelter and share bread with you?
Could we belong?
The house is sold.
The family scatters.
Sisters, brothers far away.
Could you belong with me?
Would you shelter and share bread with me?
Could we belong?
Our country boils with anger.
Bullets fly, friendships shatter.
Life is short. But life, it matters.
Come, you belong with me.
We’ll shelter and share bread together.
We belong.
Marisha Chamberlain
Witness
Traditional Spiritual Arranged by Jack Halloran (1916-1997)
Gentry Publications
Who'll be a witness for my Lord?
Oh, I'll be a witness for my Lord.
There was a man of the Pharisees,
His name was Nicodemus and he didn't believe.
The same came to Christ by night,
Wanted to be taught out of human sight.
Nicodemus was a man who desired to know
How a man can be born when he is old.
Christ told Nicodemus as a friend,
"Man you must be born again.
(He said) Marvel not, man, if you want to be wise,
Repent, believe, and be baptized,"
Then you'll be a witness for my Lord.
You'll be a witness for my Lord.
Soul is a witness for my Lord.
You read about Samson, from his birth
He was the strongest man that ever lived on earth.
Way back yonder in ancient times
He killed ten thousand of the Philistines.
Then old Samson went a-wand'rin' about.
Samson's strength was never found out.
'Til his wife sat upon his knee.
She said, "Tell me where your strength lies, if you please!"
Well, old Samsons's wife she talk so fair
Samson said, "Cut off a my hair! Cut it off!
Shave my head just as clean as your hand,
and my strength will come like a natural man,"
Samson was a witness for my Lord.
Soul is a witness for my Lord.
There's another witness,
There's another witness for my Lord!
My soul is a witness for my Lord!