The Writing of Autumn for SATB Chorus and Piano Music by Stanley M. Hoffman (1999) Words by solomon Ibn Gabriol, 11th century English Translation by Stanley M. Hoffman Performed by The Philovox Ensemble Jennifer Lester, conductor Ronald Maltais,...  moreThe Writing of Autumn for SATB Chorus and Piano Music by Stanley M. Hoffman (1999) Words by solomon Ibn Gabriol, 11th century English Translation by Stanley M. Hoffman Performed by The Philovox Ensemble Jennifer Lester, conductor Ronald Maltais, piano Music and Translation: © Copyright 2000 by Ione Press, Inc., a division of ECS Publishing. www.ecspublishing.com All rights reserved. Used by permission. ECS Publishing Catalog No. 5421. Recording: © Copyright 2000 by ECS Publishing. www.ecspublishing.com All rights reserved. Used by permission.  less

Vitaly Filippov (tenor, a member of the choir) Recorded May 24, 2005 in the State Historical Museum (Moscow, Red Square) -------------------------------------------------------- The lyrics of the song is Thomas Moor's (1779—1852) "Those Evening B...  moreVitaly Filippov (tenor, a member of the choir) Recorded May 24, 2005 in the State Historical Museum (Moscow, Red Square) -------------------------------------------------------- The lyrics of the song is Thomas Moor's (1779—1852) "Those Evening Bells" translated by Russian poet Ivan Kozlov (1779—1840). Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells of youth, and home and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are past away, And many a heart that then was gay Within the tomb now darkly dwells And hears no more these evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on while other bards will walk these dells, and sing Your praise, sweet evening bells.  less

'Peace is not something you wish for; it is something you make, something you do, something you are and something you give away' ~ John Lennon solo: Charles Murage Song is available on the Album 'Spirit of Africa' #SetTheMusicFree www.kenyanboyschoir,com

Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor falls, the major lifts The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelu...  moreNow I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor falls, the major lifts The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah  

Anuna performing `Fionnghuala` from the live DVD `Celtic Origins`. SHEET MUSIC available from www.anuna.ie arranged by Michael McGlynn. solo John McGlynn.

The Saint Michael's College all-male a cappella group Mike Check sings this highly sensual version of Eight Days a Week by the Beatles. solo by Bobby Gaglini '11. Enjoy!

Performed by Universitair Koor Antwerpen at their Spring Concert "UKA 'Round The World" on May 16, 2017. solo by Naomi Riemis. Piano: Peter Jeurissen Camera: Jelmer Lokman, Robin Van Limbergen, Ben Verhaegen, Mike Vancolard

BYC add dramatic rain, thunder and lighting in Barnsley!

Lullay my liking , David Heyes solo: Magda Valentova www.gloriabrunensis.cz 14.4.2016

Lyrics by Eladia Blázquez Tatiana Konoshenko (soprano) April, 2012 Great Hall of the Moscow Conservatory The choir's 55th anniversary concert -------------------------------------------------------------- Desde una estrella al titilar... Me...  moreLyrics by Eladia Blázquez Tatiana Konoshenko (soprano) April, 2012 Great Hall of the Moscow Conservatory The choir's 55th anniversary concert -------------------------------------------------------------- Desde una estrella al titilar... Me hará señales de acudir, por una luz de eternidad cuando me llame, voy a ir. A preguntarle, por ese niño que con su muerte, lo perdí, que con "Nonino" se me fue... Cuando me diga, ven aquí... Renaceré... Porque... ¡Soy...! la raíz, del país que amasó con su arcilla. ¡Soy...! Sangre y piel, del "tano" aquel, que me dio su semilla. Adiós "Nonino".. que largo sin vos, será el camino. ¡Dolor, tristeza, la mesa y el pan...! Y mi adiós.. ¡Ay! Mi adiós, a tu amor, tu tabaco, tu vino. ¿Quién..? Sin piedad, me robó la mitad, al llevarte "Nonino"... Tal vez un día, yo también mirando atrás... Como vos, diga adiós ¡No va más..!  less