Nashville Early Music Ensemble - Final Performance - Mar. 30, 2010
Barbara, Scott, Brent & the Moore family want to thank everyone who gave the beautiful memorial concert and especially Dr. Steve Rhodes who conducted it. Gerald would be pleased!
Each track links to a video of the performance on YouTube, an MP3 file and the lyrics or translation. The Audio MP3 files are taken directly from the video files and unfortunately not CD quality, but are provided for your enjoyment. Download all of the MP3s in one file HERE. Watch the entire concert HERE.
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1) L'amor, donna, ch'io te porto - Spain, Early 16th C. - YouTube - MP3
Lady, the love I have for you I would gladly proclaim. Without hesitation I
would show my continuous support. The love, Lady, that I have for you I would
gladly proclaim.
I don’t know how you can not understand the burning fire that consumes my bones.
And I cannot see the time and place when this fire will consume me without any
consolation from you.
I cannot trust myself for fear of making a fool of myself, you hold me prisoner
of your love and I cannot stand one more day that when you pass me, you turn
your face away. But what is one more day?
I’ll tear the strings that hold me from telling you of my love. How far would
you make me suffer? Isn’t it better to die than to suffer your disdain?
2) Cansados tengo los ojos - Spain, c. 1550 - YouTube - MP3
My eyes grow tired of crying, and I cannot rest. I don’t want, and don’t ask for rest. Rest I don’t demand, for you have forgotten what my faith never forgets. I want you to cry all your life, for what you made me suffer.
3) Amor con fortuna - Juan del Encina (1460-c.1530) - YouTube - MP3
Love allied with fate have turned against me. I do not know what to say.
I do not know what I want, for I sought my own perdition; I am my own deceiver,
leading myself into death and, being dead, I can have no hope of shedding my
cares.
Love pursues me with the brutality of warfare. By sea and by land ill fortune
dogs my steps. Who can set himself free where love casts his net?
Treacherous fortune plays fickle tricks on me, and Love offers me hope which
ever turns sour. Never does hostile Fate look kindly upon me.
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4) Die Brünnlien, die da fließen - Heinrich Issac (c. 1450-1517) - YouTube - MP3
They drink from the springs which flow, and she who has a lover, should beckon him, beckon with her eyes and go to meet him. It is a harsh reality for one to shun her lover.
5) Ich stund an einem Morgen - Ludwig Senfl (ca. 1492-ca. 1555) - YouTube - MP3
To give my love good morrow, to a fair grove I went, and there of grief and sorrow, of sorrow, of sorrow, I heard, I heard, I heard, a sad lament, a sad lament, sung by a maiden, by a maiden of tender heart, and sung by her true lover, her true lover. ‘Las, you and I must part, ‘Las, you and I, we must part, ‘Las, you and I must part.
6) Tanzen und Springen - Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612) - YouTube - MP3
Dancing and leaping, singing and playing, lute playing and fiddling shall not
be silent; fa Ia Ia Ia....
In making music and jubilation is all my intent, fa Ia Ia....
Beautiful maiden in the green garden with you I linger and with you I sing fa Ia
Ia....
With friendliness and jollity my heart is like silver and gold. Fa Ia Ia...
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7) Adió Querida - Sephardic Folk Song - YouTube - MP3
When your mother bore you and brought you into the world she gave you no
heart to love another.
Farewell beloved, I no longer wish to live, you made life bitter for me.
Go and look for another love, knock on other doors, wait for other ardor,
because for me you are dead.
8) Zemer Atik - Dance Song, Israel - YouTube - MP3
We will return to the ancient melody, and the song will linger on. When we raise our glasses together, our eyes and hearts will be bright. How good are our tents because there’s dancing there. How good are our tents; still we return to an ancient melody.
9) Du meydele Du Fayns - Yiddish Folk Song - YouTube - MP3
Pretty little girl, can you answer me? Do you know the answers to my riddles,
one, Iwo, three?
What can grow taller than a house? And what is swifter than a mouse?
Silly fellow you, you are stupid too, there’s not a brain inside your head, so
let me answer you:
Smoke rises taller than a house, a cat is swifter than a mouse.
Pretty little girl, can you answer me? Do you know the answers to my riddles,
one, two, three?
What falls down and doesn’t make a sound? Builds without bricks upon the bare
ground?
Silly fellow you, you are stupid too, there’s not a brain inside your head, so
let me answer you:
Snow when it falls doesn’t make a sound, frost needs no bricks to build upon the
ground.
Pretty little girl, can you answer me? Do you know the answers to my riddles,
one, two, three?
Where is the king, without any land? Where is there water without a grain of
sand?
Silly fellow you, you are stupid too, there’s not a brain inside your head, so
let me answer you:
The king of hearts, he hasn’t any land, tears from human eyes, haven’t any sand.
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10) Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go - Irish Melody, Lyrics by Robert Tannahill (1774-1810) - YouTube - MP3
Oh, the summer time is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming and the wild
mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather. Will ye go, lassie, go? And
we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the blooming
heather. Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower near yon pure crystal fountain and on it I will
pile all the flowers of the mountain. Will ye go, lassie, go? And we’ll all go
together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather. Will you
go, lassie, go?
If my true love she were gone, I will surely find no other where wild mountain
thyme all around the blooming heather will ye go, lassie, go? And we’ll all go
together to pull wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather. Will you
go, lassie, go?
11) My Lagan Love - Northern Ireland, Traditional Air, Lyrics, Early 20th Century - YouTube - MP3
Where Lagan streme sings lullaby there blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam
is in her eye, the night is on her hair. And like a lovesick lenanshee* she hath
my heart inthrall, nor life I owe nor liberty, for love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle’s horn hath lulled the eve to sleep, I steal unto her
sheiling lorn and thru the dooring peep. There on the cricket’s singing stone,
she spares the bogwood fire. And hums in sad sweet undertone the song of heart’s
desire.
Her welcome, like her love for me, is from her heart within. Her warm kiss is
felicity that knows no taint of sin, and when I stir my foot to go, ‘tis leaving
love and light to feel the wind of longing blow from out the dark of night.
*Fairy princess
12) Mick McGuire - Irish Song and Dance - YouTube - MP3
O me name is Mick McGuire and I’ll quickly tell to you of a young girl I
admired called Katy Donoghue. She was fair and fun and forty and believe me when
I say that whenever I came into the house you could hear her mommy say: “Johnny,
get up from the fire, Get up and give the man a seat. Can’t you see it’s Mister
McGuire and he’s courtin’ your sister Kate? Sure, you know very well he owns the
farm a wee bit out of the town. Ara, get up out of that, you infantile brat, and
let Mister McGuire sit down”
Now, the first time I met her was at the dance at Tara McGee, and I very plainly
asked her if she’d dance a step with me. Then I asked if I could see her home if
I’d be goin’ her way. Then whenever I came into the door you could hear her
mommy say: “Johnny, get up from the fire, Get up and give the man a seat. Can’t
you see it’s Mister McGuire and he’s courtin’ your sister Kate? Sure, you know
very well he owns the farm a wee bit out of the town. Ara, get up out of that,
you infantile brat, and let Mister McGuire sit down”
Ah, but now that we are married, sure her mother’s changed her mind, just
because I spent the legacy her father left behind. She hasn’t got the decency to
be me time of day. Now whenever I come into the door you can hear her mommy say:
“Johnny, come up to the flre. Come up, you’re sittin’ in the draft. Can’t you
see it’s old McGuire, Sure, he nearly drives me daft. I don’t know what gets him
in him, but he’s always on the chair. Ara, just sit where you are and never you
dar to give old McGuire the chair.”
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13) Yammil Abaya - Iraqi Folk Song - YouTube - MP3
Lovely maiden wearing the aba, lovely is your face, full of glowing grace.
A thousand welcomes, o girl with the soft black eyes. My heart is burning for
your return.
14) Layli djan - Afghan Folk Song - YouTube - MP3
Layli, Layli, Layli, dear, dear, dear, you have broken my heart in this
little town.
Ah! You never came. My dear, my dear.
From above the rain came; to the balcony my beloved came. A kiss have I asked
from her.
Her eyes began to cry.
You whose eyes are so black, black like a raven, may your mother not see any
indication of your burning passion.
Whether she sees it or not, may your lover not see any indication of your
burning passion.
15) Moja Diridika - Croatian Folk Song - YouTube - MP3
My sweetheart is plowing with oxen, and I dance and sing after him. My sweetheart invites me to dinner. Thank you sweetheart, but I have eaten.
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16) Flow My Tears - John Dowland (1563-1626) - YouTube - MP3
Flow my tears fall from your springs, Exil’d forever let me mourn: Where
night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights shine you no more, No nights are dark enough for those That in
despair their last fortunes deplore,
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved, Since pity is fled, And tears, and sighs, and
groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment, My fortune is thrown, And fear, and
grief, and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes since hope is gone.
Hark you shadows that in darkness dwell, Learn to contemn light, Happy, happy
they that in Hell
Feel not the world’s despite.
17) Ah! Dear Heart - Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625) - YouTube - MP3
Ah! Dear heart why do you rise? Why do you rise? The light that shines comes from your eyes, your eyes. The light that shines comes from your eyes, from your eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, to think that you and I must part, to think you and I must part, Oh! Stay, or else my joys will die, and perish in their infancy, and perish in their infancy.
18) Since First I Saw Your Face - Thomas Ford (c. 1580-1648) - YouTube - MP3
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19) Amor (lamento della ninfa) - Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643) - YouTube - MP3
Amor, Amor, she says gazing fixedly toward the heavens, Amor, where is the fidelity that the betrayer swore? Make my love return as it was. Oh, oh, kill me that I may no longer torment myself, no longer torment myself. Unfortunate one, no more, no, unable to suffer such coldness I wish nothing but sighs. If not far, far from me no, no, do not speak to me of anguish, do not tell me in faith because for him I pine. So disdainful is he even if, even if he flees me still, still shall I be honored. The brow is more tranquil of she who, she who, has not already confined love within her breast as I. Love in good faith, in good faith. No longer such coldness to suffer; No longer the sweet kisses, no longer, no longer, no longer from that mouth shall I have no more gentle kisses. Ah, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet you who know it too well.
20) Damigella tutta bella - Claudio Monteverdi - YouTube - MP3
Fairest maiden, glasses laden with your wine will ease my sorrows. For the
wine made from the ruby brightens all my sad tomorrows.
For my heart’s been filled with poison from the bitter sting love gave me. If
you love me, come and help me. Wine’s the only way to save me.
Fairest maiden, glasses laden with your wine can never cheer me. For the wine
made from the topaz makes me want to have you near me.
Love is growing, love is glowing and its flames will start to burn me. They’ll
consume me and undo me, if, my darling, you should spurn me.
21) Lieto Godea - Giovanni Gabrielli (c. 1554-1612) - YouTube - MP3
In joyous bliss I sat enjoying April’s sweetly trembling breezes. All day the love-sick beasts languished, when of a sudden Love flew past and with his mortal arrow pierced me to the heart, alas! and quickly flew away, wherefore I, poor wretch, shall die of his wound unless happily my fortunes change.
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