Texts for the Music
1. Yonder Come Day (1:02)
Traditional
Keith Moore, tenor Washington Revels Jubilee Voices
Oh day, yonder come day
Oh day, yonder come day
Oh day, yonder come day
Day done broke, in a my soul, yonder come dayI'm on my knees, yonder come day
I'm on my knees, yonder come day
I'm on my knees, yonder come day
Day done broke, in a my soul, yonder come dayI heard him say, yonder come day
I heard him say, yonder come day
I heard him say, yonder come day
Day done broke, in a my soul, yonder come dayIts a New Year's Day, yonder come day
Its a New Year's Day, yonder come day
Its a New Year's Day, yonder come day
Day done broke, in a my soul, yonder come day
2. Chickens Done Crowed (1:43)
Traditional
Keith Moore, tenor
I hear chickens done crowed, Tell me how long till day.
We gonna work the fields at the river,
But we can't come back till evening.
I believe in my soul everything gonna be alright.
3. Weeping, Sad and Lonely (4:22)
Words: Charles Carroll Sawyer (1833-ca.1890); Music: Henry Tucker (1826-1882)
Rachel Carlson, soprano Jacqueline Schwab, piano
Washington Revels Gallery Voices
Dearest love do you remember when we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me kneeling at my feet?
Oh! How proud you stood before me in your suit of blue,
When you vowed to me and country ever to be true.
Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain,
When this cruel war is over, Praying! That we meet again.When the summer breeze is sighing, mournfully along
Or when autumn leaves are falling, sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying, oh the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying, calling but in vain.
Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain,
When this cruel war is over, Praying! That we meet again.If amid the din of battle, nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you, none to hear your call.
Who would whisper words of comfort, who would soothe your plain?
Ah! The many cruel fancies, ever in my brain.
Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain,
When this cruel war is over, Praying! That we meet again.
4. Good News (1:04)
Music: James McGranahan (1840-1907)
Washington Revels Brass Quintet
5. Susannah Gals (2:12)
Traditional
Bruce Molsky, fiddle Beverly Smith, guitar Charlie Pilzer, bass
6. Hard Times Come Again No More (5:58)
Words & Music: Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864)
Bruce Molsky, voice & fiddle Jacqueline Schwab, piano
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
7. Kedron (1:28)
Words: Charles Wesley; Music: E. K. Dare (attrib.)
Elisabeth Myers, soprano Zoe Alexandratos & Jennifer Greene, altos
Thou Man of grief, remember me, thou never canst Thyself forget.
Thy last expiring agony, thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.I tremble, lest the wrath divine, which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine, long as eternal ages roll.
8. Steal Away (3:35)
Words & Music: Wallace Willis, a Choctaw freedman (attrib.)
Washington Revels Jubilee Voices
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home, I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, he calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul, I ain't got long to stay here.Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home, I ain't got long to stay here.
Green trees a-bending, poor sinner stands a-trembling.
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul, I ain't got long to stay here.Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home, I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, he calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul, I ain't got long to stay here.
9. Tenting on the Old Camp Ground (3:28)
Words & Music: Walter Kittredge (1834-1905)
Douglas Jimerson, tenor Jacqueline Schwab, piano Washington Revels Gallery Voices
We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground, give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home, and friends we love so dear.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, tenting on the old camp ground.We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground, thinking of days gone by,
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand and the tear that said "Goodbye!"
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, tenting on the old camp ground.We've been fighting today on the old camp ground, many are lying near;
Some are dead and some are dying, many are in tears.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Dying tonight, dying tonight, dying on the old camp ground.
10. The General (0:31)
Bugle signal
The Federal City Brass Band
11. The Enlisted Soldiers (2:13)
Traditional
Harold Blackford, bass Gregory McGruder, tenor
Men of the Washington Revels Heritage Ensembles
Hark! listen to the trumpeters! They call for volunteers,
On Zion's bright and flow’ry mount behold the officers--
We look like men, we look like men, we look like men of war;
All armed and dressed in uniform, we look like men of war.We want no cowards in our band, that will their colors fly,
We call for valiant hearted men, who're not afraid to die.
We look like men, we look like men, we look like men of war;
All armed and dressed in uniform, we look like men of war.It sets my heart all in a flame; a soldier thus to be;
I will enlist, gird on my arms, and fight for liberty.
We look like men, we look like men, we look like men of war;
All armed and dressed in uniform, we look like men of war.
12. Battle of Shiloh Hill (4:35)
Words: M. B. Smith (Comp. C, 2nd Reg., Texas Volunteers); Music: "Wandering Sailor" (adapt.)
Magpie (Terry Leonino & Greg Artzner)
Come all ye valiant soldiers—a story I will tell,
About the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh hill.
It was an awful struggle and will cause your blood to chill,
It was the bloody battle that was fought on Shiloh Hill.It was the Sixth of April, just the break of day,
The drums and fifes were playing for us to march away;
The feeling of that hour I do remember still,
For the wounded and the dying, that lay on Shiloh Hill.About the hour of sunrise the battle it began,
And before the day had vanished we fought them hand to hand;
The horrors of the field did my heart with anguish fill,
The wounded and the dying that lay on Shiloh Hill.They were men from every nation laid on them bloody plains,
Fathers, sons and brothers were numbered with the slain,
That has caused so many homes with deep mourning to be filled,
All from the bloody battle, that was fought on Shiloh Hill.The wounded men were crying for help from everywhere,
Where others, who were dying, were offering God their prayer,
“Protect my wife and children if it is Thy holy will!”
Such were the prayers I heard that night on Shiloh Hill.And early the next morning we were called to arms again,
Unmindful of the wounded and unmindful of the slain,
The struggle was renewed and ten thousand men were killed;
This was the second conflict of the famous Shiloh Hill.The battle it raged on, though dead and dying men
Lay thick all o'er the ground, on the hill and on the glen;
And from their deadly wounds the blood ran like a rill;
Such were the mournful sights that I saw on Shiloh.Before the day was ended the battle ceased to roar,
And thousands of brave soldiers had fallen to rise no more;
They left their vacant ranks for some other ones to fill,
And now their moldering bodies all lie on Shiloh Hill.And now my song is ended about those bloody plains,
I hope the sight by mortal man may ne'er be seen again;
But I'll pray to God, the Savior, “If consistent with Thy will,
To save the souls of all who fell on bloody Shiloh Hill.”
13. August (4:29)
Music: Pete Cooper ©1995 PRS
Pete Cooper, fiddle Frank Kilkelly, guitar
14. Lord, How Come Me Here? (1:56)
Traditional
Gregory McGruder, tenor
15. Sweet Prospect (1:28)
Words: Samuel Stennett (1727-1795); Music: William Walker (1809 -1875)
Women of the Washington Revels Gallery Voices
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land, where my possessions lie.
Oh, the transporting rapt'rous scene that rises to my sight,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, and rivers of delight.No chilling winds, or pois'nois breath, can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death are felt and feared no more.
Oh, the transporting rapt'rous scene that rises to my sight,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, and rivers of delight.
16. Come While My Love Lies Dreaming (4:05)
Words & Music: Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864)
Rachel Carlson, soprano Terrance Johns, tenor
Shauna Kreidler, mezzo-soprano Michael Lewallen, bass
Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happy hours away,
In visions bright redeeming the fleeting joys of day;
My own love is sweetly dreaming the happy hours away.
Soft is her slumber, thoughts bright and free
Dance through her dreams like gushing melody;
Light is her young heart, light may it be:
Come while my love lies dreaming.
17. Move Forward (0:38)
Music: Daniel Brink Towner (1850-1919)
Washington Revels Brass Quintet
18. Maryland! My Maryland! (2:00)
Words: James Ryder Randall (1839-1908); Music: “Lauriger Horatius”
Douglas Jimerson, tenor Jaqueline Schwab, piano
Washington Revels Gallery Voices
Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! My Maryland!
Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! My Maryland!
Remember Carroll’s sacred trust, Remember Howard’s warlike thrust,
And all thy slumb’rers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland!I see the blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! My Maryland!
Tho’ thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! My Maryland!
For life and death, for woe and weal, they peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland!I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! My Maryland!
The “Old Line” bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland! My Maryland!
Come to thy own heroic throng, that stalks with Liberty along,
And sing thy dauntless slogan song, Maryland! My Maryland!
19. August (3:12)
Music: Pete Cooper ©1995 PRS; Arrangement: Jacqueline Schwab
Jacqueline Schwab, piano
20. Evening Star Waltz (2:56)
Traditional
Bruce Molsky, fiddle Beverly Smith, guitar Charlie Pilzer, bass
21. The Vacant Chair (4:39)
Words: H.S. Washburn; Music: George Frederick Root (1820-1895)
Terrance Johns, tenor Jacqueline Schwab, piano Washington Revels Gallery Voices
We shall meet but we shall miss him. There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him while we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
When one year ago we gathered, joy was in his mild blue eye.
Now the golden cord is severed, and our hopes in ruin lie.
We shall meet, but we shall miss him. There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him while we breathe our ev'ning prayer.At our fireside, sad and lonely, often will the bosom swell
At remembrance of the story how our noble Willie fell.
How he strove to bear the banner thro' the thickest of the fight
And uphold our country's honor in the strength of manhood's might.
We shall meet, but we shall miss him. There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him while we breathe our ev'ning prayer.True, they tell us wreaths of glory evermore will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only, sweeping o'er our heartstrings now.
Sleep today, O early fallen, in thy green and narrow bed.
Dirges from the pine and cypress mingle with the tears we shed.
We shall meet, but we shall miss him. There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him while we breathe our ev'ning prayer.
22. Salangadou (1:05)
Traditional
Christina Wilson, soprano
Salangadou, salangadou? 'cou té piti fille la yé? Salangadou, salangadou?
Translation from the Creole French:
Salangadou, where is my little girl gone?
23. Windham (1:26)
Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748); Music: Daniel Read (1757-1836)
Washington Revels Gallery Voices
Broad is the road that leads to death
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new,
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.
24. The Battle Cry of Freedom (1:24)
Music: George Frederick Root (1825-1895)
The Federal City Brass Band
25. Oh Freedom (2:15)
Traditional
Azania Dungee, soprano Gregory McGruder, tenor Washington Revels Jubilee Voices
Oh, freedom, oh, freedom, oh, freedom over me
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.No more moanin', no more moanin', no more moanin' over me,
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.They'll be shoutin', they'll be shoutin', they'll be shoutin over me
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
26. Was My Bother in the Battle? (2:41)
Words & Music: Stephen Collins Foster (1826-1864)
Shauna Kreidler, mezzo-soprano Jacqueline Schwab, piano
Tell me, tell me, weary soldier from the rude and stirring wars,
Was my brother in the battle where you gained those noble scars?
He was ever brave and valiant, and I know he never fled.
Was his name among the wounded or numbered with the dead?
Was my brother in the battle when the tide of war ran high?
You would know him in a thousand by his dark and flashing eye.
Tell me. tell me, weary soldier, will he never come gain,
Did he suffer 'mid the wounded or die among the slain?Was my brother in the battle when the flag of Erin came
To the rescue of our banner and protection of our fame,
While the fleet from off the waters poured out terror and dismay
Till the bold and erring foe fell like leaves on Autumn day?
When the bugle called to battle and the cannon deeply roared,
Oh! I wish I could have seen him draw his sharp and glittering sword.
Tell me. tell me, weary soldier, will he never come gain,
Did he suffer 'mid the wounded or die among the slain?
27. Give Thanks All Ye People (2:02)
Words & music: William Augustus Muhlenberg (1796–1877)
The Federal City Brass Band Washington Revels Gallery Voices
Give thanks, all ye people, give thanks to the Lord.
Alleluias of freedom, with joyful accord:
Let the East and the West, North and South roll along,
Sea, mountain and prairie, one thanksgiving song.
Give thanks, all ye people, give thanks to the Lord.
Alleluias of freedom, with joyful accord.
28. Glory, Glory Hallelujah (4:14)
Traditional
Phyllis Henderson, Keith Moore, Cheryl Lane, Gregory McGruder, Andrea Blackford, soloists
Jacqueline Schwab, piano Men & Women of the Washington Revels Heritage Ensembles
Glory, glory, hallelujah, since I laid my burden down.
Feel like shouting, “hallelujah,” since I laid my burden down.
I feel better, so much better since I laid my burden down.
I am climbing Jacob's ladder, since I laid my burden down.
Every round goes higher and higher, since I laid my burden down.
Glory, glory, hallelujah, since I laid my burden down.
Burden down, Lord, burden down, Lord, since I laid my burden down.