Let us be doers of the word and not only hearers.: February 2008

If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know how I loved you
If I loved you.

Ah! tout est bien fini.
Mon beau rêve de gloire,
mes rêves de bonheur
s'envolent à jamais!
Tu m'as pris mon amour,
tu me prends la victoire,
Seigneur, je me soumets!
O souverain, ô juge, ô père,
toujours voilé, présent toujours,
je t'adorais au temps prospère,
et te bénis aux sombres jour.
Je vais où ta loi me réclame,
libre de tous regrets humains.
O souverain, ô juge, ô père,
ta seule image est dans mon âme
que je remets entre tes mains.

O firmament azur, lumière,
esprits d'en haut, penchés sur moi,
c'est le soldat que désespère,
mais le chrétien garde sa foi.
Tu peux venir, tu peux paraître,
aurore du jour éternel.
O souverain, ô juge, ô père!
Le serviteur d'un juste maître
répond sans crainte à ton appel,
ô souverain, ô juge, ô père!

O Fortune, like the moon of ever changing state,
you are always waxing or waning;
hateful life now is brutal,
now pampers our feelings with its game;
poverty, power, it melts them like ice.
Fate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel,
your position is uncertain,
your favour is idle and always likely to disappear;
covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too;
now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness.
The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine;
whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune's service.
At this hour without delay touch the strings!
Because through luck she lays low the brave,
all join with me in lamentation!

O Fortuna, como la luna cambiante, siempre creciendo y decreciendo; detestable vida
primero oprimes y luego alivias
a tu antojo; pobreza y poder
derrites como el hielo.

Destino monstruoso y vacio, tu rueda da vueltas,
perverso, vano es el bienestar y siempre se disuelve en nada, sombrío y velado
me mortificas a mi también; ahora por el juego
traigo mi espalda desnuda para tu villanía.

El Destino está contra mi en la salud y la virtud, empujado y lastrado,siempre esclavizado.
A esta hora sin demora
toca las cuerdas vibrantes; puesto que el Destino
derrota al más fuerte, llorad todos conmigo!

Glorious music sung here by Victoria de los Angeles in equally glorious voice.A Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart concert piece

Part 1

Part 2

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And when you come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree

When I was one-and-twenty

WHEN I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;

Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

Birth name: Sissel Kyrkjebø
Born: June 24, 1969
Origin: Bergen, Norway
Years active 1986 - present

Mozart's Wiegenlied (Cradle Song) K350 (1780) performed on solo handbells by Malcolm C Wilson accompanied by Lysbeth C Wilson in Dunblane Cathedral, Scotland. Also included illuminated manuscripts by artist Helen A Lamb in Dunblane Cathedral, as well as standing stone and stained glass window

You saw me crying in the chapel.
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I am happy with the lord

Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the lord that Ill grow stronger
As I live from day to day

Ive searched and Ive searched
But I couldnt find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Now Im happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
We gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the lord

Evry sinner looks for something
That will put his heart at ease
There is only one true answer
He must get down on his knees

Meet your neighbor in the chapel
Join with him in tears of joy
Youll know the meaning of contentment
Then youll be happy with the lord

Youll search and youll search
But youll never find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Your burdens will be lighter
And youll surely find the way

Soloist: Emil Gilels
Conductor: André Cluytens
Orchestre National de France

Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat minor (Op. 23)
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Frederick Delius (1862 - 1934) was an English composer who lived for a time in Florida near Jacksonville where he managed an orange grove. His time spent there was later recalled in his work, Florida Suite. Florida Suite is comprised of four movements: Daybreak, By the River, Sunset, and At Night.
Youtuber Jaxdriver with much talent has posted "By The River" accompanied by photographs representing the people and places that made up the Old Florida

Placido Domingos and Renee Fleming

Recitative:
Figlio non è, chi vendicar non cura
del genitor lo scempio.
Su dunque alla vendetta
ti prepara, alma forte,
e prima di morir altrui dà la morte!

Aria:
L'angue offeso mai riposa,
se il veleno pria non spande
dentro il sangue all'offensor.
Così l'alma mia non osa
di mostrarsi altera e grande,
se non svelle l'empio cor.

ILIA
Zeffiretti lusinghieri,
Deli volate al mio tesoro:
E gli dite, ch'io l'adoro,
Che mi serbi il cor fedel.

E voi piante, e fior sinceri,
Che ora innaffia il pianto amaro,
Dite a lui, che amor più raro
Mai vedeste sotto al ciel.

Recitativo

ILIA
Ei stesso vien ... oh Dei! ... mi spiego, o taccio?...
Resto? ...parto? ... o m'ascondo? ...
Ah risolver non posso, ah mi confondo!

Translation:

Gently caressing zephyrs,
oh fly to my beloved
and tell him I adore him
and to keep his heart true to me.

And you plants and tender flowers
which my bitter tears water,
tell him that you never saw
a love more rare beneath the sky.

Recitative

ILIA
He himself is coming ... O heaven! ... Shall I speak or be silent?
Shall I remain, or leave, or hide? ...
Ah, I cannot decide! I am confused!

In un folto bosco ombroso,
In a thick and shadowy wood,

Io prendea dolce riposo,
I was taking a sweet rest,

una notte fredda e scura.
on a cold and dark night.

Ad un tempo così strano,
In such a strange moment,

Io credea Amor lontano,
I believed that Love was far away,

Ma la mia libertà non fu sicura.
But my freedom was not safe.