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Cp wot-- Y Aldbaral and the present SONGS OF TRAVEL EVE-LYN DELAHAYE soprano BENJAMIN COVEY baritone BRUCE UBUKATA piano Walter Hall ‘Tuesday, January 30, 2007 730 p.m. sponsored by SONGS OF TRAVEL EVE-LYN DE LA HAYE, soprano BENJAMIN COVEY, baritone [BRUCE UBUKATA, piano lease reseroe your applause until the end of ch group ‘Songs of Travel (Robert Louis Stevenson) Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958) Stevenson’ clleton of poems, Songs of Tel was published posta Stow 1086 Although they guy achieved popularity and were Truck anthologized. "the poets se all ecicaly competent, una ‘oan pledingoccsiznal verso fo he ost pa they are les Hone ema prose weiter (David Dachen). hey were writen 1 Ss tne hrougout Severson caer The rds fis sd 3, Ge stor in Calta with i fare wife. Travel for ‘Sestison wat an eae fron te sing stmenphereof is upbringing Sabo" aucmpe to den with the aha plagued him fom Pithood”Laugng in te face ate which eventually struck him town ar the age of 44) was his typ aitade Let the low al oon ot ite et wha willbe or me’ Vaughan Williams's cycle has been called ‘a kind of English Winters, she wanderer bapa acing wht eng Ri {Michael Ke compos dng por atin everson rey and get his own titles. (That the i of musical etings was: {nthe poet mind is suggested by Stevenson's subutes: Civ fo me ne i eel Home mero ome tothe ane ‘Of Wandering Wile) The songs very soon became popular with per fbemers and uiences. Whiter mas I wander a pala favoutite of Peter Warlock) appeared first in 1902. In 1908 came what was called Book Tomisting of rambers 1, $ and 3; Book 2 (numbers 2, 45 and 6 Sppeared 1907. The ninth song was dacovered In the composer's aper afte he death and was published in 1960. ‘This publication history obscured, for along ime, the work's identity as ne d the greatest Engish songeeyele. Dramatically and musa ts ‘Rape is ester, Quotations both vert and sub, fom one song © Sather abound, parteulaty i Youth and Lave and inthe epilogue which iRivebir mari into the distance withthe vagabond’ tad ‘The Vagabond Give tome the ie Love COrfet autumn fal on me Letthe lave goby me, Where afield Inger, Gwe tej heaven above’ Sueno es ‘And the byway nigh me. Biting the ble By Bed inthe bush with stars tee, White as meal the fot field — ‘Bread | dip nthe river ‘arm the fireside haven — ‘There the lie for man ike me, Not to\autenmnw eel “There's the lie for ever, ‘Nott winter event ‘Letthe bow fall con or late, Let the low fall son o late, Let what wil be oer me; Lt what wil be oer es Give the fae of earth around Give the fae of earth around ‘And the road Before me ‘And the road before me. Wealth sek not hope norlove, WealthTask not hope nor love, "Nora friend to Know me ‘Nora fiend to know me; Allseckthe heaven above AttTank the egven ae, “And the road below me. “And the road below me. Let Beauty awake ‘Let Beauty awake inthe morn from beautiful dreams, Beauty awake from ret! Let Beauty awake For Beauty's sake Tn the hour when the birds awake inthe brake “And the stats are bright inthe west! Let Beauty awake inthe eve from the slumber of day, “Awake in the crimson evel Inthe day's dusk end ‘When the shades sscend, Let her wake tothe kist ofa tender friend, “Torender again and receive, ‘The Roadside Fire |Lwill make you brooches and toys for your tight, Ofbisong at moni and starshine at right Iwill make a palace fit for you and me, (Of green days in forests and blue days at sea {will make my kitchen and you shall keep your room, ‘Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In ainfall at morning and dewalt night. ‘And this shal be for music when no one else is near, Then song or siging, the rare omg eat ‘That only Tremember, that only you admire, (Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fie, Youth and Love ‘ther f youth he wold i igh de. Paste far ethan aod ona and Bec errs golden paring Reece in se far othe vel and Neha ghee gn seven ‘Thick as tars a night when the moon is down, Plturs soni hig He thimble fate Fes and but waves a hand ase pases on ‘Glesbuta wayside word to her at the garden gate, Sings uta boyish stave and his face gone In Dreams In dreams unbappy, behold you stand ‘ashertofae ‘The anremembered tokens in your hand ‘Avail no more. No more the morning glow, no more the grace, Tnshrines, endear. Cold beats the light of time upon your face ‘And shows your tears. He came and went. Perchance you wept a while ‘And then forgot ‘Atv! but he that left you with a smile Forgets you not ‘The tft Shining Heovna he init ning hres os an atin ight Uncutbleangel sa ‘wering rr and gt saw them dana heen, ub and ing and dea, And heir Ne ght Ne dno than rad Nigh ater night in my somo hes oked ovr hs ‘ual iodine dk Mand asa had ome down tome. lense turn page quietly Whither mast 1 wander? ome no more home ome, whither must wander? “Hunger my drives {go where | must Cala bios the winter win over lla heater Thick devs the ai and my roots inthe dst Loved of wise men was the shade of ny rote, “he true word of welcome was spoken in Ux door — Dear days fa eth he faces nthe fielight, Kind folks of ol, you come again no ore one as home thn de lof indy a Frome war hme th my dex happy fo te cl Fire andthe windows bight litered onthe moorland: ‘Song, tunel song Bulls palace in the wi Now, when day dawns onthe bow ofthe moorland, Lime stands the house and the chimney stone cold Lone ltt stand now the frends are all departed ‘The kind hearts, the true heats, hat loved the place of od Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfow ‘Spring shal bring the aun and rin bring the Bes snd lowers; Red shall the heather bloom over hill and vay. Sot lw the steam trough the ever floting hours; Fairthe day shine a shone on my childhood air shine the dy onthe hows with open door; Birds come and ery there and witer in he einey — But go for ever and come again no more. Bright ithe Ring of Words Bright the rng of words ‘When the ght man rings them, Fai the al of congs When the singer sings them, Stl they ar cared and said On wings they are cared — ‘Alter the singer den "And the maker Bure. Low asthe singer es Inthe fel of heather, Songs of his fasion the swans togethers ‘And when the west sre With the sunset embers, “The lover lingers and sings ‘And the maid remembers. 5 have trod the upward and the downward slope {Ihave trod the upward and the downward slope I have endured and done in days before; > Lhave longed for all, and bid farewell to hope: ‘And Thave live and loved, and closed the door. La Courtepaille (Maurice Caréne) Francis Poulenc (1899-1969) Caréme, contemporary of Poulenc, was known a the poet ofthe chi Geese poems have often been sett musi This group served asa Sthkie for*Poutencs last songoycie and the tile was provided, on ‘Squest by dhe poet himself. The songs were weiten forthe composer's FSlourle foprato, Denise Duval — or more precisely (as Poulenc sal fe Denise Duval fo sng to her small son, aged so” She had created the {Sie of Therese in Les Memes de Tirso of Blanche in Dialogues dex Comes: The cycle dates from 1960. By then, the composer had ceased {2 ply hs own imusc in publi consequently, Denise Duval disdaining {0 Prealere the songs with anyone else she never performed them. “The short straw ‘Le Sommeit Steep Lesommellesten voyage, Sleep has gone of ona journey Monat ob stil para?” Deaf me! where can it have got to? Jalbenw bere mor peti, Thaveroced my tle one ain, {ipeuredarssonteage. —he(serying ins cot I pleure depts mi Fe hs bea crying ever since noon. (Ob smell tl mis Were has sep putt sand Sinasbleetsee ves sage? ands geile dreams? Fatenu ere mon pete” Thave rote myitleona in vain Tse tour txt en na 1 tosses and urns pespeing, Mianglotedanssonlit” ‘he sobsinhis bed 'AN!reviensreviens,sommeil, Ah! Come back, come back, sleep, Surton beau cheval de courset_on your fine race-horset Danse del nie inthe dark sky, Ta Grande Ourse the Great Bar ‘Acne le sole has buried the sun Brrallme ses belles, tnd rekindled his bows. Sitfenfantnedort pas bien, If baby doesnot seep well Ine dra ps Doneur, he wil pots god ay Ine dia fen demain he will ave nolhing to say siege aan nu pain tof finger theif the bread QSTSRE ida dtne our that greet im the moring lense turn page quietly ‘ Quelle aventare! What goings-on! Une puce, dans sa voiture, A flea iis carsage, Tirait un petit lephant was pug le ep long Enregardant les devantures gazing tthe shop windows ‘O4scintllaient les diamant Where diamonds sparkled. Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! Dear me! Dear me! quelle aventire! ‘What goings-on! (Qui va me crite sil m‘entend? Who will Believe me if ell them? Llephanteau, d'un ar absent, The ile elephant was Sugaltun pot de confiture. _absent-mindedly sucking a pot of am. Mail puce wen avait cue, But the en tok no note, Bile tilt en surat. and went on pling with a smile Mon Dieu! mon Dies! Dear me Dear me! ue cea due TE this goes on, Exjevais me crore dément 1 shall aly think am mad Sotdain lelong d'une dture, Suddenly along by a fences Lapuce fond dansie vent the fen diappeared inte wind Etjevislejeunedéphant’ and saw the young elephant Sesauverenfendant les murs. make of breaking trough the wall Mon Dieu! mon Dies! Dear me! Dear me! In chose ext te, Tels perfectly tru, Mais comment i dive maman? but how shal ll Mammy? La Reine de coeur ‘The Queen of Hearts Mollement accoudet Gently leaning on her elbow ‘Aser ves deine et moon windows, irene vous sale therqueen waves to you Dune eur damandie. witha flower ofthe almond te. Cesta seine de coeur, Shes the queen of hears le pet pat, she can, ishe wishes, Vous mener en secret jen you in secret Vers deranges demeures. to strange divelings — ui west plus deportes, Where ther are no more doors Desalles nde tours ‘no room towers to les jeunes mores tnd where the dead young Viennent parler d'amour. ame to speak of love La rene vous saue, “The queen waves to you, ite-vous dela sive hasten follow ber Danson chiteau degivre into her castle of hoarfrost ‘Aux dou vitraux delune. with the lovely moon windows. Ba, be, bi, bo, but. Ba, be, bi, bo;bu « Ba, be i bo, bu, bet Ba, be, bi, bo, bu, bet [Le chata misses bottes, “The cathas put on is bots, Iiva de porte en porte he goes from door to door Jouer danse, chante. playing, dancing, singing. Pou, chou, genou, hibou, Pou, chow, genou, hibou. ‘Tadois apprendre lire, You must lear to read, ‘Acompter 3 rite, to count to welt, ‘Lai cre-ton de partout, they ery to him on all sides. Mais rikkotikketau, But rikketikketau, Le chat de séscltfer, the cat bursts out laughing, En rentrant au cite: ashe goos back tothe castle et le Chat bott! hres Puss in Boots! Les Anges musiciens ‘Angel Musicians Sur leis del ple, (On the threads ofthe rain, es anges du judi the Thursday angels Jouent longtemps de laharpe. play all day upon the harp. [sous leurs doigts, Mozart And, beneath thei fingers, Mozart Tinte ddliciews, tinkles deliciously En goutes de ole bleu. In drops of blue joy. Car ces toujours Mozart For itis always Mozart (Que eprenntent san fin that s repeated endlessly Ces anges musiciens, by the angel musicians, (Qui, au long du jena, who all day Thursday, Font chanter sur la harpe Imalke theit harps si La dowceur de a pluie ‘ofthe sweetness of the rain. lense turn page quietly 5 Le Carafon ‘The Baby Carafe “Pourquoi” se plegnat Ia carafe, “Why”, complained the carafe, “Nauti pos uncarafon? “should nat have a baby carafe? ‘Auzoo, madame laGirafe At the 200, Madame the giraffe, Na-telie pas un girafon” has she not a baby grate?” ‘Un sorcier qui passat para, __A’soreerer who happened by, Acheval sur un phonographe, riding on a phonograph, Enregstrala belle voix seconded the lovely De soprano dela carafe Soprano voice ofthe carafe tla fitentendre d Metin, fd let Mertin heat it. “Fort bien” dt delu-c, "Very good,” said he, ort bien!” “very good.” 1 frappa tos fois dans es mains He clapped his hands thee times Et ladame de la masion tag teley of thoue Se demande encore pout St asks herself Ele touva.cematin ly, he found that very morning Un jolt petit carafon 8 prety itl baby carae, ‘lott toat conte Ia carafe ‘esting close tothe carafe Ainsiqu/au zoo, le girafon _just an the 200, the baby girafe Pose son cou fragile et long ‘Testis long fragile nec against, Surleflaneclairdela girafe. the pale flank ofthe piralfe Lune dave April Moon Lune, Moon, Belle lune ned Avri, beautiful moon, April moon, Faites moi voiren mon dormant let me see in mys Le pécherau coeur de safran, the peach tree with the saffron heart, Le poisson qui rt du grési, the ish who laughs at the sleet, Uofseau qui lointain comme the bind who, distant as @ un cor, hunting horn, Doucement réveile ls morts gently awakens the dead Et surtout, surtout le pays and above all, above al the land Ovi alt joie, ot i fat ‘where there is jy, where there is lai, light, sells de primey, where sunny with primo, ‘On a brisé tous les fuss all the guns have been destroyed Belle line, lune d Avi, Beautifal moon, April moon, Lune. moon INTERMISSION Utforizon chimérique (Jon dela Ville de Mirmont) Op. 18 , ‘Gabriel Faure (18451924) or what proved to be his last song cycle, Far chose the poems ofa ‘ung writer led at the font in 191 The sea had always teen 9 Pow {rfl stimulus to Faure’ imagination to these song it brings a vigcrows, incredibly youthful dan. The dosing words ofthe fourth song, wih the 76 year old composer looking back over his career have almest bea able poignancy: "aide grands departs inassouvis en moi” ‘The elusive horizon Lamers infinte “The sea is boundless La mer est infiniet mes ves The sais boundless, and my Sent fos. sama ‘Lamer chante au stellen bttant The sea sings in the sun, beat few alles ‘gaint te ils, " mes révesIégersne sentent and my ight dreams are no Phinda Tonge content Dedansersurla mer commes to dance over the sa ike des oven 00h <runken bids ‘Le vaste mouvement des vagues The surge of the waves bears Tesem them aa Labriselesagite ets rouleen the Breeze toses them, rolls them es lis inthe troughs, Jouart dans le slage, ils front playing inthe wakes, they wil ‘Aue vaiseaux que mon coeur the ships that my heart has ‘dan leur fea suis Followed in thie Hight Imad with ar and st stung the spa DE a mer gui console et qu lave ofthe conoling se that washes des pleur, way ters Us connatront Ie large eta one they wil discover the open sea and ‘smertume, ie tracngiteres lus godlandsperdus les pendront gulls that are lost wil ake them pour des eu for their own. 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