tJtpNt 6"4-_, 20-/7 $lfli, Matthauspassion, BMV 244 ..................................................................... Bach (1685-1750) Konnen Tranen meiner Wangen Erbarme dich, mein Gott Labonne chanson, Op. 61 ...................................................................... Faure (1845-1942) 1. Une Sainte en son aureole 2. Puisque l'aube grandit 3. La lune blanche 8. N'est-ce pas? Trouble in Tahiti ............................................................................... Bernstein (1918-1990} I was standing in a garden Wuthering Heights........................................................................... Herrmann (1911-1975) I have been wandering through the green woods I have dreamt - Intermission - The Last Five Years .......................................................................................... Brown (1970) A part of that Ever After.......................................................................................................Goldrich (1964) I remember Baby ........................................................................................................................Shire ( 1937) Patterns Finding Neverland .........................................................Barlow (1971) & Kennedy (1969) What you mean to me Dogfight.................................................................................... Pasek (1985) & Paul (1985) Before it's over Thank you so much to all my friends and family who have supported and encouraged me through my undergraduate journey. Special thanks to my voice teacher Anne Kopta and my pianist Amanda Sherrill - I wouldn't be the performer I am today without their help and encouragement. Thank you so much for joining me tonight! -Colossians 3:17- Konnen Triinen Meiner Wangen If the tears upon my cheeks can Not accomplish, Oh, then take my heart away. But then let amidst the streaming Of the wounds gently bleeding, Also be the sacrificial cup. Erbarme dich Have mercy, My God, for the sake of my tears! Look here, My heart and eyes weep before thee Bitterly. And while, to ease the journey's languid pace, I shall sing some simple airs I tell myself That she will surely hear me without displeasure; And truly I crave no other paradise. La lune blanche The white moon Gleams in the woods; From every branch There comes a voice Beneath the boughs ... 0 my beloved. Une Sainte en un aureole A Saint in her halo, A Chatelaine in her tower, All that human words contain Of grace and love; The reflects, Deep mirror, The silhouette Of the black willow Where the wind is weeping ... The golden note of a horn In forests far away, Blended with the tender pride Of noble Ladies oflong ago; Let us dream, it is the hour. And then the rare charm Of a fresh, triumphant smile, Flowering in a swan-like innocence And the blushes of a woman-child; A nacreous sheen of white and pink, A sweet patrician harmony: All these things I see and hear In her Carolingian name. Puisque l'aube grandit Since day is breaking, since dawn is here, Since hope, having long eluded me, would now Return to me and my imploring, Since all this happiness will truly be mine, I shall, guided by your fair eyes' gentle glow, Let b,9 your hand in which I place my trembling hand, Walk straight ahead, on mossy paths Or rock and pebble covered path; A vast and tender Consolation Seems to fall From the firmament That the moon illuminates It is the exquisite hour. N'est-ce pas? Is it not so? Happy and unhurried we'll follow The modest path were Hope directs us with a smile, Little caring if we are neither known or seen. Isolated in love we in a dark wood, Our two hearts, breathing gentle love, Shall be two nightingales singing at evening. With no thought of what Destiny Has in store, we shall walk along together, Hand in hand, our souls like those of children Whose love is unalloyed, is that no so?