Voice on the Wind

Words and music by Sarah Quartel

Lindsey Adams, Amanda Farzad, Brenda Pavia, opening voices,

Robin Yackley, cajon

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

Hoo wah hoo wah hoo___

Who she is I can’t explain.

Hoo wah hoo wah hoo___

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

Blowing free and blowing wild.

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

Strength and spirit in her song.

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

With a song I seem to know.

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

Sounds familiar like my own.

I heard a voice on the summer wind,

Moves me like she knows me well.

I am the voice on the summer wind,

Strong and sure where e’er I stand.

I am the voice.

Mama Said

Words and music by Ruthie Foster/ arr. by Paul Rardin

Whoa, Mama said, 

“Girl, you better learn how to pray.

Oh, you’ve got a soul to save.

Girl, you’ve been lookin’ for an education.

Child, you better fall on your knees

Before you fall in the wrong direction.

Through many a trial I have known,

Tryin’ to give my children a happy home.

Through times of trouble and tears from worry

Try’n’ to keep my head held high;

Teach my feet not to be in such a hurry.

Oh, it a was a cold February morn,

East Texas Bay, that girl was born.

I pray for her soul

To sing a righteous song.

Whoa, and when my head grows cold, Lord,

Keep her in a light that’s strong.”

Whoa, Mama said,

“Girl, you better learn how to pray.

Oh, you’ve got a soul to save.

Girl, you’ve been lookin’ for an education.”

Come Away

Words adapted from Song of Solomon 2:10-13, 8:6-7/ Music by Mark Hayes

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Arise, my love so beautiful, and come away.

For lo, the winter is past.

The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth.

The time for singing has come! Ah!

The voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The fig trees are bursting with buds and the promise of fruit.

The grapevines are fragrant with blossoms.

How delicious they smell!

Spring is here and my heart is filled with love!

Set me as a seal upon your heart,

As a seal upon your arm.

For love is as strong as death,

And passion, fierce as the grave.

Many waters cannot quench love. 

All the world’s riches cannot buy love.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Arise, my love so beautiful, and come away.

For lo, the winter is past.

The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth.

The time for singing has come! Ah!

Arise, my love, and come away.

John Henry

Arr. by André J. Thomas

Chris Fash, brake drum

John, John Henry, John Henry was a steel drivin’ man.

When John Henry was a little baby

settin’ on his mama’s knee,

He said de Big Bend tunnel on the C and O road,

Is gonna be the death of me, Oh, Lord,

Gonna be the death of me.

Oh, John Henry, John Henry said to his captain:

“A man ain’t nothin’ but a man;

But before I’ll let your steam drill beat me down,

I’ll die with a hammer in my hand! O Lord!

Die with a hammer in my hand!”

Now John Henry went to the mountain,

Told the steam drillin’ man to step aside.

Said: “I’m gonna beat steel like no steam drill can

Or I’ll die with a hammer in my hand. Oh Lord,

I’ll die with a hammer in my hand.”

John Henry lifted his hammer,

Drove ’til his hammer caught fire.

Last words I heard John Henry say:

“A cool drink of water ‘fore I die,

A cool drink of water ‘fore I die.”

Well, they took John Henry from that mountain,

Buried him down in the sand,

And ev’ry locomotive comes roarin’ by says:

“There lies a steel drivin’ man, Oh, Lord,

There lies a steel drivin’ man.”

Oh, John Henry, John Henry was a steel drivin’ man!

The Birds’ Lullaby

Words by E. Pauline Johnson (1861-1913)/ Music by Sarah Quartet

Sing to us, cedars;

The twilight is creeping, 

With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;

All day we have caroled,

And now would be sleeping,

So echo the anthems we warbled to you;

While we swing, 

And your branches sing,

And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.

Sing to us, cedars;

The night wind is sighing,

Is wooing, is pleading, to hear you reply;

And here in your arms

We are restfully lying,

And longing to dream to your soft lullaby;

While we swing,

And your branches sing,

And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.

Sing to us, cedars;

Your voice is so lowly,

Your breathing so fragrant, your branches so strong;

Our little nest-cradles

Are swaying, so slowly,

While zephyrs are breathing their slumb’rous song.

And we swing, 

While your branches sing,

And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.

TāReKiTa

Words and music by Reena Email

Classical Indian gestures: Megan Bagwell, Mary Busman, Cathryn Hale, ynnita Hughes, Brenda Pavia, Nicole Yackley, Lindsey Adams, Phebe Connors, Chris Fash, Dian Lawler Johnson, Martha Pedrick, Janelle Voorheis

TaReKiTa is a joyful piece in a raga (an Indian classical melodic framework) called a Jog. The text syllables are onomatopoeic vocalizations of the sounds produced by Indian instruments.

I Carry Your Heart With Me

Text by e.e. cummings (1894-1962)/ Music by Jonathan Reid (b. 1991)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it 

(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by

only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

The Old Mill

Words by Thomas Dunn English (1819-1902)/ Music by Kenneth Riggs

Here from the brow of the hill I look,

Through a lattice of boughs and leaves,

On the old gray mill with its gambrel roof,

And the moss on its rotting eaves.

I hear the clatter that jars its walls, 

And the rushing water’s sound,

And I see the black floats rise and fall

As the wheel goes slowly round.

I rode there often when I was young,

With my grist on the horse before,

And I talked with Nelly, the miller’s girl,

As I waited my turn at the door;

And while she tossed her ringlets brown, 

And flirted and chatted so free,

The wheel might stop or the wheel might go,

It was all the same to me.

’Tis twenty long years since last I stood 

on the spot I stand today,

And Nelly is wed,

And the miller is dead,

And the mill and I are gray.

The mill and I are gray.

But both, till we fall into ruin and wreck,

To our fortune of toil are bound;

And the man goes, 

and the stream flows,

And the wheel moves slowly round,

The wheel moves slowly round.

Marie Madeleine

Traditional Acadian French folk song arranged by Jeanette Gallant

Chris Fash, spoons; Tom Yackley hand claps; Amanda Farzad, seated foot-tapping

Marie Madeleine ton p’tit jupon de laine,   Mary Madeleine your little woolen petticoat,

Ta p’tite jupe carreautée,    your little checkered skirt,

Ton p’tit jupon piqué   your little fitted petticoat.

Mon père avait une p’tite vache noire.   My father had a little black cow.

Ell’donnait yin que du lait caillé.   She gave nothing but sour milk.

Elle cherchait yin qu’à m’en corner.   She wanter nothing but to corner me.

J’étais obligé de l’attacher.   I was obliged to tie her up.

Un jour son câbl’il a cassé.   One day her cable broke.

La vache m’a envoyé revoler.   The cow sent me flying.

La vache m’a envoyé revoler.   The cow sent me flying.

À plat ventre sur le tas d’fumier.   Lying on a heap of manure.

J’étais beau quand je m’suis relevé.   I was sightly when I got up.

Ça a pris trois jours pour m’nettoyer.   It took three days to get clean.

Happy Together

Words and music by Gary Bonner and Alan Gordon/ arr. by Liz Garnett

Imagine me and you, I do.

I think about you day and night,

It’s only right to think about the one you love

And hold them tight, so happy together.

If I should call you up, invest a dime,

And you say you belong to me and ease my mind,

Imagine how the world could be so very fine,

So happy together.

I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you for all my life.

When you’re with me, baby, the skies will be blue for all my life.

Me an’ you and you an’ me,

No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be.

The only one for me is you, and you for me,

So happy together.

Make Our Garden Grow

From Candide

Lyrics by Richard Wilbur/ Music by Leonard Bernstein, arr. by Robert Page

You’ve been a fool and so have I,

But let’s be man and wife.

And let us try before we die

To make some sense of Life.

For we know we’re neither pure nor wise nor good;

We’ll do the best we know;

We’ll build our house, 

And chop our wood, 

And make our garden grow,

And make our garden grow!

I thought the world was sugarcake,

For so our Master said;

But now I’ll teach my hands to bake

Our loaf of daily bread.

We’re neither pure nor wise nor good;

We’ll do the best we know;

We’ll build our house;

And chop our wood,

And make our garden grow,

And make our garden grow!

Let dreamers dream what worlds they please;

Those Edens can’t be found.

The sweetest flow’rs, the fairest trees

Are grown in solid ground.

We’re neither pure nor wise nor good;

We’ll do the best we know.

We’ll build our house, 

And chop our wood, 

And make our garden grow,

And make our garden grow!

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Alpharetta Community Chorus Personnel

Soprano

Megan Bagwell

Mary Busman

Dana Dudley

Amanda Farzad

Cathryn Hale

Lynnita Hughes

Brittany Johnson

Allison Kelly

Sandra Kraft

Virginia Mann

Brenda Pavia

Ruth Slaten

Mckenzie Wortman

Nicole Yackley

Alto

Lindsey Adams

Kayla Beckworth

Marianne Campbell

Phebe Connors

Carol Donaldson

Chris Fash

Susanna Healy

Susan Henning

Chelsea Jacoby

Dian Lawler-Johnson

Carol Lehan

Terri Manley

Martha Pedrick

Janelle Voorhies

Stacey Williams

Tenor

David Anderson

Steve Bakinow

Dieter Kraft

Philip Riley

Bass

Donald Beckworth

Ron Hopper

Thomas Yackley

Piano

Robin Yackley

The Alpharetta Community Chorus is in its ninth season, having started rehearsing in September of 2013.  Under the direction of Thomas and Robin Yackley, the non-auditioned group is open to new membership following each concert.  The chorus rehearses Tuesday evenings from 7 – 9 p.m., with a music reading training session offered from 6:30 – 7 p.m.  Currently, all of our members are fully vaccinated and wear masks in every rehearsal and performance. Visit the website at AlpharettaCommunityChorus.com or contact us at alphachorus@gmail.com for more information.  The chorus is recognized by the IRS as a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization.

Thomas and Robin Yackley, founders of the Alpharetta Community Chorus, are retired Fulton County music educators.  They have a combined teaching experience of 63 years.  Thomas earned a Bachelors degree in music education from Bowling Green State University and a Masters degree from Florida State University in choral conducting.  Robin earned a Bachelors degree from Florida State University and a Masters degree from Georgia State University, both in music education.  Together they have worked with graduate level choral conductors at Georgia State University.

The Board:

Ruth Slaten, President
Terri Manley, Treasurer
Marty Young, Secretary
Lynnita Hughes, Communications
Donna Shelton, At-Large
Chris Fash, Membership

Special thanks to the following Alpharetta Presbyterian Church Personnel for their help in making our chorus rehearsals and performances possible: 

Drew Bowers, Minister of Music

Reverend Ollie Wagner, Pastor

Tyler Moore, Property Manager

Thanks also to Lee Friedman for audio/video recording and live streaming, assisted by Tim Anderson