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(SINGING) My life goes on in endless song above Earth's lamentation. I hear the, though far-off song that hail a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing. It sounds an echo in my soul How can I keep from singing?
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
How can I keep from singing?
[VOCALIZING]
Tell me, where is the road I can call my own that I left, that I lost so long ago? All these years I have wandered. Oh, when will I know there's a way, there's a road that will lead me home?
[VOCALIZING]
After wing, after rain, when the dark is done, as I wake from a dream in the gold of day, through the air there's a calling from far away. There's a voice I can hear that will lead me home.
[VOCALIZING]
Rise up, follow me, come away is the call, with the love in your heart as the only song. There is no such beauty as where you belong. Rise up, follow me. I will lead you home.
[VOCALIZING]
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: Good evening, everyone. Welcome to the homecoming concert, fall 2021. My name is Sarah Bowe. And it's my great joy and privilege to be directing the Cornell University Chorus and Glee Club this year, and an even greater joy to be a part of this wonderful celebration for us today. This is our first performance live in a very, very long time.
[APPLAUSE]
I do you want to alert you to one change in the program. During our combined set, the first piece, our fiddler today will be Aidan Cuite. Our last piece that you heard is a staple in the chorus repertoire. And we thought the text was appropriate to welcome us home to this stage and welcome you all back home as well. And I'm certain that some of our chorus alum in the audience are very familiar. The next piece is called "It's Strange About Stars."
[PITCH]
(SINGING) It's strange about stars. It's strange about stars. It's strange. You have to be still, still when they look, when they look at you, at you. They push, push, push, push their song inside of you with their song. Their long, their long, long, long, long, long silvery rays sink into you, into you and, and do not hurt.
It is good, it is good to feel them resting on you like great, like great white, great white birds, great white birds. And their shining whiteness doesn't burn like the sun. It washes over you. It washes, it washes over you, it washes, it washes over you and makes you feel cleaner than water, cleaner than water, cleaner, cleaner than water.
[APPLAUSE]
SPEAKER 1: Hello, everybody. Happy homecoming. We're After Eight. We're the official a cappella subset of the Cornell University Chorus.
[CHEERING]
[PITCHES]
(SINGING) Sha-doo shooby-doo. Sha-doo shooby-doo. Sha-doo shooby-doo. Sha-doo shooby-doo.
In the still-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- of the night, I hold-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- hold you tight. Sha-doo shooby-doo. For I want-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- to love you so. Sha-doo shooby-do. Promis you'll never-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- let me go-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- in the still of the night. In the still of the night.
I remember, I remember that night in May. I remember. The stars, the stars were bright, were bright above. I remember. I hope-- I remember-- and I pray-- I remember-- to keep, to keep your precious, your precious love. I remember.
So before-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- the night-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- hold me again-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- with all of your might-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- in the still of the night, in the still of the night.
I remember, I remember that night in May. I remember. The stars, the stars were bright, were bright above. I remember. I hope-- I remember-- and I pray-- I remember-- to keep, to keep your precious, your precious love. I remember.
So before-- sha-doo shooby-do-- the light-- sha-doo shooby-do-- hold me again-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- with all of your might-- sha-doo shooby-doo-- in the still of the night, in the still of the night. In the still of the night. In the still of the night.
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: [INAUDIBLE] put this the wrong way, so [INAUDIBLE] Technology. They don't hire me for microphone skills [INAUDIBLE]
So the chorus has one more for you today. It's also a staple in our permanent repertoire. It's called "Will the Circle Be Unbroken." And dedicated to our family chorus circle and those of the alums in our chorus circle as well. We are always thinking of you when we sing this, as well as the rest of the Cornell community.
[LAUGHTER]
[PITCHES]
(SINGING) Will the circle be unbroken by and by Lord, by and by? There's a better home awaiting if we try, Lord, if we try.
I was singing, I was singing with my sisters, with my sisters. I was singing, I was singing with my friends, with my friends. And we all can, and we all can sing together, sing together 'cause the circle, 'cause the circle never ends. Oh, will the circle be unbroken by and by, Lord, by and by? There's a better home awaiting if we try, Lord, if we try.
I was born down, I was born down in the valley, in the valley, where the sun refuse, where the sun refuse to shine, refuse to shine. But I'm climbing, but I'm climbing up to the highland, up to the highland. Gonna make, gonna make the mountain mine, that mountain mine.
Oh, will the circle, will the circle be unbroken, be unbroken by and by Lord, by and by, by and by? There's a better, there's a better awaiting, home awaiting in the sky, Lord, in the sky. Oh, will the circle, will the circle be unbroken, be unbroken by and by, Lord, by and by, by and by? There's a better, there's a better home awaiting, home awaiting in the sky, Lord, in the sky. In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
[APPLAUSE]
[APPLAUSE]
[CLAPPING]
[CHEERING]
[APPLAUSE]
[PITCH]
(SINGING) Softly along the road of evening, in a twilight dim with rose, wrinkled with age and drenched with dew, Old Nod, Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
His drowsy flock streams on before him, their fleeces charged with gold, to where the sun's last beam leans low, to where the sun's last beam leans low on Nod-- last beam leans low on Nod the shepherd's fold.
The hedge is quick and green with briar. From the sand, the cronies creep. And all the birds that fly in heaven [INAUDIBLE] flock singing home to sleep, singing home to sleep. Sleep.
His lambs outnumber a noon's roses. Yet, when night's shadows fall, his blind old sheepdog, Slumber-Soon, misses not one of all.
His are the, his-- quiet-- are the quiet steps of dreamland. Dreamland, the waters of no-more-pain. His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "rest, rest, and rest again. Rest."
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: Is it on? Good. They're saving me from myself. I don't have to touch the switch anymore. This is the Glee Club. Welcome back.
[WHOOP]
That first-- yeah.
[CHEERING]
[INAUDIBLE]
So the first piece we shared with you was by a fantastic and still wildly underperformed composer named Florence Price. And it's an extra excitement for us to be able to share that with you today because we were able to engage with her music quite a bit last semester. And to get to perform it in person is really exciting for us.
We really didn't feel that we could come back on stage and celebrate our time back after all of these months without also acknowledging the significant losses to our global community, our campus community, many of our own families. And so this next piece is dedicated to that.
[PITCH]
(SINGING) Warm summer sun, shine brightly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.
Warm summer sun, shine, shine brightly here, shine brightly here. Warm summer wind, blow softly, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.
[VOCALIZING]
Good night, dear heart, good night. Good night.
[APPLAUSE]
SPEAKER 2: Hello, everyone. We are The Cornell University Hangovers, the a capella subset of the Glee Club.
[CHEERING]
[PITCH]
A-three, four.
(SINGING) Ba, ba, ba, ba-duh ba ba, ba ba ba ba. Ba, ba, ba, ba-duh ba ba.
[VOCALIZING]
Come with me, come with me. We can run across the sky [INAUDIBLE] Whoa, I will try and guide you to better times.
To better, to better, to better, to better.
Bright new day.
A brighter, a brighter, [INAUDIBLE]
Don't be afraid to go up the ladder to the roof, where we can see heaven much better, much better. Go up the ladder to the roof-- we gotta-- where we can be, be, be, be closer to heaven.
Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me and we can let expression ring. [INAUDIBLE] are singing. Oh, memories of broken dreams. Oh, don't you know--
Oh don't you, oh don't you--
--we'll run away. Don't be afraid to go up the ladder to the roof, where we can see heaven much better, much better. Go up the ladder to the roof, and we can be, be, be, be, be closer to heaven.
Relax, and I'll tell you the story of love and the happiness in it, baby. We'll combine our thoughts, and together we'll travel to the fountain of loving. I will never, ever, ever leave you alone. I said, I want to hold you. If we let our love grow, oh, it's going to get much stronger, so much stronger.
Don't you want to go? Don't you want to go? Don't you want to go? Don't you want to go up the ladder to the roof, where we can see heaven much better, much better? Go up the ladder to the roof, where we can be closer, closer to heaven.
Oh, go up the, up the, up the, up the, go up the, go up the ladder to heaven. Don't you wanna go, go up the ladder to heaven? Don't you wanna go, go up the ladder to heaven?
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: And our last Glee Club-only offering for you is a repertoire favorite of ours affectionately called "Spa." Has been with us for several decades. It's one of Pavel Chesnokov's most famous pieces. And this one goes out from us to all of our alumni family.
[PITCH]
[SINGING IN CHURCH SLAVONIC]
[APPLAUSE]
[PITCH]
[TUNING]
[MUSIC - "GROPEN"]
[VOCALIZING]
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: Thank you, everyone. The last concert piece that we'd like to present to you today was written in December 2020. And the text was looking forward to holidays, and times with family and friends, and traditions that, at the time, we weren't able to enjoy fully. And it was written with hope that in the future we would be able to be together as usual again.
And we find ourselves in a similar position now. Things are better, but of course, there are some things that we just don't have in the same way yet. And so this is for you and for us, with hope for better days ahead.
[PITCH]
(SINGING) Sacred days draw near, traditions hallowed and wan. Well-worn prayers, well-worn prayers embrace their heirs, embrace their heirs, and love returns as embers. Dreams delayed, dreams delayed, hopes frayed, hopes frayed in the blue nights of winter. Daybreak dreams of reunions lost.
Rise, rise up, rise up tattered and torn, tattered and torn. Rise up, rise up barren and reborn, barren and reborn. Go forth in peace, bring joy to the, to the dawn. And grace, turn your face upon us.
Sacred days, sacred days, sacred days are near, traditions, traditions hallowed and wan. Well-worn prayers, well-worn prayers embrace, embrace their heirs, and love returns, and love returns as embers.
Dreams delayed, dreams delayed, hopes frayed in the blue lights of winter. Daybreak dreams, daybreak dreams of, of reunions, of reunions lost, lost. Rise, rise up, rise, rise up, tattered and torn, tattered and torn. Rise up, rise, rise up, battered and reborn, and reborn.
Go forth, go forth in, in peace. Bring joy, bring joy to the dawn. And grace, turn your face upon us. And grace, turn your face upon us.
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: Now, normally this would be the part of the program where we invite our alumni up onto the stage with us to sing. Unfortunately, we're not allowed to do that this year. However, we would love to hear you from the hall. And we'd also love to recognize you. So could alums please stand?
[APPLAUSE]
So now for some Cornell songs that you all know better than I do. I'm new. We're working on it.
[MUSIC - "GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROADWAY"]
(SINGING) Give my regards to Davy, remember me to Tee Fee Crane. Tell all the pikers on the Hill that I'll be back again. Tell them just how I busted, lapping up the high highball. We'll all have drinks at Theodore Zinck's when I get back next fall.
Give my regards to Davy, remember me to Tee Fee Crane. Tell all the pikers on the Hill that I'll be back again. Tell them just how I busted, lapping up the high highball. We'll all have drinks at Theodore Zinck's when I get back next fall.
[APPLAUSE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) From rocky height, we come to fight for the name Cornell has made. And we will cheer without a fear that her good name will ever fade. Fight to the end. Don't break or bend until our team has won the game. And fight for might, for right, for Cornell's name, for the glory that brings us fame.
Make all advances strong and sure today. Take all the chances fate throws in the way. Fight for the glory that is earned so well. Victory makes history. So fight for Cornell. Make all advances strong and sure today. Take all the chances fate throws in the way. Fight for the glory that is earned so well. Victory makes history. So fight for Cornell.
[APPLAUSE]
SARAH BOWE: We're going to take a moment, actually, to spotlight the chorus in one of their favorite Cornell songs. And the chorus has waited a very long year to begin the celebrations of their centennial.
[CHEERING]
So 101 years, now, later after their founding, please feel free to join us in "The Hill."
[PITCHES]
(SINGING) I wake at night and think I hear remembered chimes. And memory brings in visions clear-- enchanted times beneath green elms with branches bowed in springtime sun, or touching elbows in a crowd of eager ones. Again, I'm hurrying past the towers or with the teams, or spending precious idling hours in golden, golden dreams.
Oh, Cornell of the kindly heart, the friendly hand, my love burns clear for you in distant land. Oh fates that shape the lives of men, vouchsafe that I, before I die, may tread the Hill again.
Oh, Cornell of the kindly heart, the friendly hand, my love burns clear for you in distant land. Oh fates that shape the lives of men, vouchsafe that I, before I die, may tread the Hill again. May tread the Hill again.
[APPLAUSE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
See them plunging down to the goal. See the ruddy banner stream. Hear the crashing echoes roll as we cheer for the big red team. Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cheer till the sound wakes the blue hills around, makes the scream of the north wind yield to the strength of the yell from the hills of Cornell as the big red team takes the field. Hey! Hey!
10,000 strong we march, march along from our home on the gray rock height. Oh, the victory is sealed when the team takes the field as we cheer for the red and white.
See the towers rise o'er the lake. There our fires in the night shall gleam. And the ivied walls shall quake as we cheer for the big red team. Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cheer till the sound wakes the blue hills around, makes the scream of the north wind yield to the strength of the yell from the hills of Cornell as the big red team takes the field. Hey! Hey!
10,000 strong we march, march along from our home on the gray rock height. Oh, the victory is sealed when the team takes the field as we cheer for the red and white.
[APPLAUSE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) Oh, I am the freshman. They put me [INAUDIBLE]. I was nursed by my mommy, but now I drink beer.
[LAUGHTER]
I miss my old bottle. It's [INAUDIBLE] But soon I'll be busting right out of Cornell.
Oh, it's one, two, three, four, we all fall in line to the tune of our profs. We must always keep time. And it's work like a jerk till your eyes ache like hell in this grand institution, the school of Cornell.
[WHOOPING]
Oh, I am the sophomore, with charm, grace, and looks.
[LAUGHTER]
The things I can teach you you won't learn in books.
[OOHING]
I joined a cooperative. The parties are lit. But I hear that my grades are going to--
Oh, it's one, two, three, four, we all fall in line to the tune of our profs. We must always keep time. And it's work like a jerk till your eyes ache like hell in this grand institution, the school of Cornell.
[WHOOPING]
Oh, I am the junior. I'm taking my ease. I go to my classes whenever I please. I studied abroad. Boy, was she swell.
[LAUGHTER]
I ain't been a-wasting my time at Cornell.
Oh, it's one, two, three, four, we all fall in line to the tune of our profs. We must always keep time. And it's work like a jerk till your eyes ache like hell in this grand institution, this school of Cornell.
Senior! Senior! Senior! Senior! Senior!
Oh, I am the senior, tormented with doubt.
[GASPING]
My time at Cornell has almost run out. The world situation has me quite annoyed. You see, I'm magna cum laude but still unemployed.
[LAUGHTER]
Oh, it's one, two, three, four, we all fall in line to the tune of our profs. We must always keep time. And it's work like a jerk till your eyes aches like hell in this grand institution, this school of Cornell.
[CHEERING]
SARAH BOWE: Thank you all again so much for coming. We just have two more for you, our most traditional. Please join.
[PITCH]
(SINGING) When the sun fades far away in the crimson of the west, and the voices of the day murmur low and sink to rest, music with the twilight falls o'er the dreaming lake and dell. Tis an echo from the walls of our own, our fair Cornell.
Welcome night and welcome rest. Fading music, fare thee well. Joy to all we love the best. Love to thee, our fair Cornell.
Music with the twilight falls o'er the dreaming lake and dell. Tis an echo from the walls of our own, our fair Cornell.
[PITCH]
Far above Cayuga's waters with its waves of blue stands our noble alma mater, glorious to view. Lift the chorus, speed it onward, loud her praises tell. Hail to thee, our alma mater. Hail, all hail Cornell.
Far above the busy humming of the bustling town, reared against the arch of heaven, look she proudly down. Lift the chorus, speed it onward, loud her praises tell. Hail to thee, our alma mater. Hail, all hail Cornell.
[CHEERING]
CAROLINE HINRICHS: Hello? Hi. Really quick, before we leave, we just wanted to say thank you. I'm Caroline. I'm the President of the Chorus.
SAM SCHNEIDER: I'm Sam, the president of the Glee Club.
CAROLINE HINRICHS: And we just wanted, first of all, to say thank you to all of you for being here tonight. And we especially want to say thank you to our wonderful conductor, Sarah Bowe.
[APPLAUSE]
(SINGING) Speech.
SARAH BOWE: Hey.
[YELLING]
CAROLINE HINRICHS: Sarah-- this is her first concert with us in Bailey Hall. And we are-- we put this together in two weeks. She really led us through the toughest of times. We are so, so thankful to have you. So thank you for everything that you've done.
[APPLAUSE]
SAM SCHNEIDER: Well, Caroline pretty much summed it all up. Thank you, Sarah. Thank you, all of you. It's been so long. I know there are a lot of you out there that have emailed me, like, is there a concert? And I cannot wait to see you in person to say yes, there is in fact a concert that started an hour ago, I guess, now.
But afterwards we will have a reception out on the Arts Quad, under a tent. If you know where the-- don't know where the Arts Quad is, it's that way. So come join us. Come-- aha. As you're leaving Bailey, feel free to check out our merch table if you'd like to take some music home with you or some Glee Club Chorus-- Glee Club and Chorus memorabilia home with you. But yeah, thank you so much for coming. Hopefully we'll see you out at the merch table and at the reception on the Arts Quad. Thank you.
[CHEERING]
Cornell's Glee Club and Chorus celebrate homecoming with a look back at repertoire favorites. As always, the program concludes with traditional Cornell songs.
