Video Information

• Choir: Champlin Park HS Concert Choir
• Piece: Signs Of Rain
• Composer:  Sergey Khvoshchinsky
• Conductor:  Ken Jenson
• Voices:  SATB
• Genres: Classical, Contemporary
• "Signs of Rain Or Forty Reasons For Not Accepting An Invitation of a Friend To Make an Excursion With Him" lyrics by Dr. Edward Jenner (18th Century). Directed by Ken Jenson.
  
  Lyrics:
  The hollow winds begin to blow,
  The clouds ...  more"Signs of Rain Or Forty Reasons For Not Accepting An Invitation of a Friend To Make an Excursion With Him" lyrics by Dr. Edward Jenner (18th Century). Directed by Ken Jenson.
  
  Lyrics:
  The hollow winds begin to blow,
  The clouds look black, the glass is low;
  Thee soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
  The spiders from their cobwebs peep.
  Last night the sun went pale to bed,
  The moon in halos hid her head;
  The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
  For see, a rainbow spans the sky!
  The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
  Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
  Hark how the chairs and tables crack!
  Old Betty's nerves are on the rack;
  Loud quacks the duck, the peacocks cry,
  The distant hills are seeming nigh.
  How restless are the snorting swine!
  The busy flies disturb the kine;
  Low o'er the grass the swallow wings,
  The cricket, too, how sharp he sings!
  Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws,
  Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws;
  Through the clear streams the fishes rise,
  And nimbly catch the incautious flies.
  The glowworms, numerous and light,
  Illumed the dewy dell last night;
  At dusk the squalid toad was seen,
  Hopping and crawling o'er the green;
  The whirling dust the wind obeys,
  And in the rapid eddy plays;
  The frog has changed his yellow vest,
  And in a russet coat is dressed.
  Though June, the air is cold and still,
  The mellow blackbird's voice is shrill;
  My dog, so altered in his taste,
  Quits mutton bones on grass to feast;
  And see yon rooks, how odd their flight!
  They imitate the gliding kite,
  And seem precipitate to fall,
  As if they felt the piercing ball.
  'Twill surely rain; I see with sorrow,
  Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow.  less