Benjamin Britten: A Ceremony of Carols
(GRACE WOODS MUSIC SESSION DECEMBER, 2021)
Procession "Hodie Christus natus est"
Hodie Christus natus est: hodie Salvator apparuit: hodie in terra canunt angeli: laetantur archangeli: hodie exsultant justi, dicentes: Gloria in excelsis Deo. Alleluia!
Today Christ is born; today the Savior has appeared;
today the angels sing on earth; the archangels rejoice;
today the righteous rejoice, saying: glory to Gond on high.
Alleluia!
Wolcum Yole!
Wolcum, Wolcum, Wolcum be thou hevenè king, Wolcum Yole! Wolcum, born in one morning, Wolcum for whom we sall sing! Wolcum be ye, Stevene and Jon, Wolcum, Innocentes every one, Wolcum, Thomas marter one, Wolcum be ye, good Newe Yere, Wolcum, Twelfthe Day both in fere, Wolcum, seintes lefe and dare, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum! Candelmesse, Quene of Bliss, Wolcum bothe to more and lesse. Wolcum, Wolcum, Wolcum be ye that are here, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum alle and make good cheer. Wolcum alle another yere, Wolcum Yole. Wolcum!
There is no rose
There is no rose of such vertu As is the rose that bare Jesu. Alleluia, Alleluia, For in this rose conteinèd was Heaven and earth in litel space, Res miranda, Res miranda. By that rose we may well see There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma, pares forma. The aungels sungen the shepherds to: Gloria in excelsis, gloria in excelsis Deo! Gaudeamus, gaudeamus. Leave we all this werldly mirth, and follow we this joyful birth. Transeamus, Transeamus, Transeamus. Alleluia, Res miranda, Pares forma, Gaudeamus, Transeamus.[
That yongë child
That yongë child when it gan weep With song she lulled him asleep: That was so sweet a melody It passèd alle minstrelsy. The nightingalë sang also: Her song is hoarse and nought thereto: Whose attendeth to her song And leaveth the first then doth he wrong.
Balulalow
O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee to my hert, And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir with sangës sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow!
"As Dew in Aprille"
I sing of a maiden That is makèles: King of all kings To her son she ches. He came al so stille There his moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the grass. He came al so stille. To his moder’s bour,
As dew in Aprille That falleth on the flour. He came al so stille There his moder lay, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the spray. Moder and mayden was never none but she; Well may such a lady Goddes mother be.
This Little Babe
This little Babe so few days old, Is come to rifle Satan’s fold; All hell doth at his presence quake, Though he himself for cold do shake; For in this weak unarmèd wise The gates of hell he will surprise. With tears he fights and wins the field, His naked breast stands for a shield; His battering shot are babish cries, His arrows looks of weeping eyes, His martial ensigns Cold and Need, And feeble Flesh his warrior’s steed. His camp is pitchèd in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall; The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes; Of shepherds he his muster makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The angels’ trumps alarum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. Within his crib is surest ward; This little Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy; Then flit not from this heavenly Boy!
Interlude
Harp solo.
In Freezing Winter Night
Behold, a silly tender babe, in freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies Alas, a piteous sight! The inns are full; no man will yield This little pilgrim bed. But forced he is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head. This stable is a Prince’s court, This crib his chair of State; The beasts are parcel of his pomp, The wooden dish his plate. The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear; The Prince himself is come from heav’n; This pomp is prizèd there. With joy approach, O Christian wight, Do homage to thy King, And highly praise his humble pomp, wich he from Heav’n doth bring.
Spring Carol
Pleasure it is to hear iwis the Birdès sing, The deer in the dale, the sheep in the vale, the corn springing. God’s purvayance For sustenance. It is for man. Then we always to him give praise, And thank him than.
Deo gracias – Adam lay i-bounden
Deo gracias! Deo gracias! Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond; Four thousand winter thought he not too long. Deo gracias! Deo gracias! And all was for an appil, an appil that he tok, As clerkès finden written in their book.
Deo gracias! Deo gracias! Ne had the appil takè ben, the appil takè ben Ne haddè never our lady a ben hevenè quene. Blessèd be the time that appil takè was. Therefore we moun singen. Deo gracias!
"Recession" ("Hodie Christus natus est")
Hodie Christus natus est, hodie Salvator apparuit, hodie in terra canunt angeli, laetantur archangeli: hodie exsultant justi, dicentes: Gloria in excelsis Deo. Alleluia!
Today Christ is born; today the Savior has appeared;
today the angels sing on earth; the archangels rejoice;
today the righteous rejoice, saying: glory to Gond on high.
Alleluia!
Hodie Christus natus est: hodie Salvator apparuit: hodie in terra canunt angeli: laetantur archangeli: hodie exsultant justi, dicentes: Gloria in excelsis Deo. Alleluia!
Today Christ is born; today the Savior has appeared;
today the angels sing on earth; the archangels rejoice;
today the righteous rejoice, saying: glory to Gond on high.
Alleluia!
Wolcum Yole!
Wolcum, Wolcum, Wolcum be thou hevenè king, Wolcum Yole! Wolcum, born in one morning, Wolcum for whom we sall sing! Wolcum be ye, Stevene and Jon, Wolcum, Innocentes every one, Wolcum, Thomas marter one, Wolcum be ye, good Newe Yere, Wolcum, Twelfthe Day both in fere, Wolcum, seintes lefe and dare, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum! Candelmesse, Quene of Bliss, Wolcum bothe to more and lesse. Wolcum, Wolcum, Wolcum be ye that are here, Wolcum Yole, Wolcum alle and make good cheer. Wolcum alle another yere, Wolcum Yole. Wolcum!
There is no rose
There is no rose of such vertu As is the rose that bare Jesu. Alleluia, Alleluia, For in this rose conteinèd was Heaven and earth in litel space, Res miranda, Res miranda. By that rose we may well see There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma, pares forma. The aungels sungen the shepherds to: Gloria in excelsis, gloria in excelsis Deo! Gaudeamus, gaudeamus. Leave we all this werldly mirth, and follow we this joyful birth. Transeamus, Transeamus, Transeamus. Alleluia, Res miranda, Pares forma, Gaudeamus, Transeamus.[
That yongë child
That yongë child when it gan weep With song she lulled him asleep: That was so sweet a melody It passèd alle minstrelsy. The nightingalë sang also: Her song is hoarse and nought thereto: Whose attendeth to her song And leaveth the first then doth he wrong.
Balulalow
O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee to my hert, And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir with sangës sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow!
"As Dew in Aprille"
I sing of a maiden That is makèles: King of all kings To her son she ches. He came al so stille There his moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the grass. He came al so stille. To his moder’s bour,
As dew in Aprille That falleth on the flour. He came al so stille There his moder lay, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the spray. Moder and mayden was never none but she; Well may such a lady Goddes mother be.
This Little Babe
This little Babe so few days old, Is come to rifle Satan’s fold; All hell doth at his presence quake, Though he himself for cold do shake; For in this weak unarmèd wise The gates of hell he will surprise. With tears he fights and wins the field, His naked breast stands for a shield; His battering shot are babish cries, His arrows looks of weeping eyes, His martial ensigns Cold and Need, And feeble Flesh his warrior’s steed. His camp is pitchèd in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall; The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes; Of shepherds he his muster makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The angels’ trumps alarum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. Within his crib is surest ward; This little Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy; Then flit not from this heavenly Boy!
Interlude
Harp solo.
In Freezing Winter Night
Behold, a silly tender babe, in freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies Alas, a piteous sight! The inns are full; no man will yield This little pilgrim bed. But forced he is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head. This stable is a Prince’s court, This crib his chair of State; The beasts are parcel of his pomp, The wooden dish his plate. The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear; The Prince himself is come from heav’n; This pomp is prizèd there. With joy approach, O Christian wight, Do homage to thy King, And highly praise his humble pomp, wich he from Heav’n doth bring.
Spring Carol
Pleasure it is to hear iwis the Birdès sing, The deer in the dale, the sheep in the vale, the corn springing. God’s purvayance For sustenance. It is for man. Then we always to him give praise, And thank him than.
Deo gracias – Adam lay i-bounden
Deo gracias! Deo gracias! Adam lay i-bounden, bounden in a bond; Four thousand winter thought he not too long. Deo gracias! Deo gracias! And all was for an appil, an appil that he tok, As clerkès finden written in their book.
Deo gracias! Deo gracias! Ne had the appil takè ben, the appil takè ben Ne haddè never our lady a ben hevenè quene. Blessèd be the time that appil takè was. Therefore we moun singen. Deo gracias!
"Recession" ("Hodie Christus natus est")
Hodie Christus natus est, hodie Salvator apparuit, hodie in terra canunt angeli, laetantur archangeli: hodie exsultant justi, dicentes: Gloria in excelsis Deo. Alleluia!
Today Christ is born; today the Savior has appeared;
today the angels sing on earth; the archangels rejoice;
today the righteous rejoice, saying: glory to Gond on high.
Alleluia!
Britten's A Ceremony of Carols
St Jacobs Ungdomsköin at St Jacobs Kyrka
Conductor: Mikael Wedar | Harp: Margareta Nilsson
St Jacobs Ungdomsköin at St Jacobs Kyrka
Conductor: Mikael Wedar | Harp: Margareta Nilsson
0:00 1. "Procession"
2:16 2. "Wolcum Yole!"
3:52 3. "There is no Rose"
6:34 4a. "That yonge child" (solo: Emma Persson)
8:19 4b. "Balulalow" (solo Elina Wallinder)
9:49 5. "As dew in Aprille"
11:01 6. "This little Babe"
12:42 7. "Interlude" (solo harp)
16:50 8. "In Freezing Winter Night" (solo: Jeanette Britan, Hannes Lissenko, Anna Erikssson, Jacob Helldén)
20:57 9. "Spring Carol" (solo: Jorunn Palmkvist, Jennika Antila)
22:22 10. "Deo Gracias"
2:16 2. "Wolcum Yole!"
3:52 3. "There is no Rose"
6:34 4a. "That yonge child" (solo: Emma Persson)
8:19 4b. "Balulalow" (solo Elina Wallinder)
9:49 5. "As dew in Aprille"
11:01 6. "This little Babe"
12:42 7. "Interlude" (solo harp)
16:50 8. "In Freezing Winter Night" (solo: Jeanette Britan, Hannes Lissenko, Anna Erikssson, Jacob Helldén)
20:57 9. "Spring Carol" (solo: Jorunn Palmkvist, Jennika Antila)
22:22 10. "Deo Gracias"
Choose Your Direction
The Magic Flute, II,28.
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"(Die Liebe) mag den Weg mit Rosen streun, weil Rosen stets bei Dornen sein"
"(Love) may strew the path with roses, because roses always come with thorns" |
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