LY R I C S E N C L O S E D
Lyrics of the traditional American songs performed in this program by Sam Amidon, Pekka Kuusisto and the ACO. Please note that for
THE RE D E MP T ION SET songs will be announced from stage
KEDRON Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
Oh man of grief remember me Thou never canst thyself forget Thy last expiring agony Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat Oh come and mourn with me awhile See John and Mary by his side Oh look how patiently he hangs Jesus our lord is crucified
WAY G O L I LY Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Gonna rule my ruler (sometimes) Gonna rule my ruler (sometimes) Gonna rule with a hickory (sometimes) Gonna rule with a hickory (sometimes) Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Gonna rule my momma (sometimes) Gonna rule my poppa (sometimes) Gonna rule my momma (sometimes) Gonna rule my auntie (sometimes) Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Gonna rule with a hickory (sometimes) Gonna rule with a hickory (sometimes) Gonna rule with a shotgun (sometimes) Gonna rule with a shotgun (sometimes) Gonna rule my momma (sometimes) Gonna rule my poppa (sometimes) Gonna rule my auntie (sometimes) Gonna rule my owner (sometimes)
Way go, Lily Way go, Lily Way go, Lily
WILD BILL JONES Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
I was out a-walkin’ around one night And I came upon Wild Bill Jones He was walking, he was talking with the girl I loved And I bid him for to leave her alone He said, “Young man, I’m twenty-two” “Too old for to be controlled” So I drew a revolver from my side And I shot at the poor boy’s soul He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground And he let out a dreadful moan He looked in the face of his darling true love Saying “Honey you are left all alone” Got my money in my pocket and my pistol in my hand Look for the man who made Wild Bill stand
H O W C O M E T H AT B L O O D Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
How come that blood all over your shirt? My son, come tell unto me “It is the blood of my gallant gray hawk Who flies across the field” Got a gray hawk’s blood and was never so red My son, come tell unto me “It is the blood of my gallant greyhound Who hunts the woods with me” Got a greyhound’s blood and was never so red
My son, come tell unto me “It is the blood of my gallant gray mare I used to ride so gay” Got a gray mare’s blood and was never so red My son, come tell unto me “It is the blood of my own dear brother Whom lately I have slain” What’d you and him fall out about? My son, come tell unto me “’Bout cutting down yon hazelnut tree Caused it for to be” And what’re you gonna do when your daddy finds out? My son, come tell unto me “I’ll set my foot in yonder ship And I’ll sail across the sea” What’re you gonna do with your pretty little wife? My son, come tell unto me “She’ll set her foot in yonder ship And she’ll sail along with me” And what’re you gonna do with the children three? My son, come tell unto me “I’ll leave them here along with you To bear you company” And when you coming home? My son, come tell unto me “When the sun and the moon shines in the north hills And that will never be”
SARO Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
I came to this country Eighteen and forty-nine I thought myself lucky For to be alive I looked all around me No one could I see That I could compare With my pretty Saree I wish I was a poet Could write in fine hand I’d write my love a letter One she’d long understand I’d send it by the water Where the islands overflow And I’d think of pretty Saro Wherever I go ‘Tis not this long journey That grieves me for to go Nor the country that I’m leaving Nor the debts that I owe There’s one thing that grieves me And bears on my mind That’s leaving my darling Pretty Saro behind
WEDDING DRESS Tr a d . / A m i d o n ( a r r. N i c o M u h l y )
SIMPLE GIFTS B r a c k e t t ( a r r. K u u s i s t o )
Oh my doney little gal Don’t you guess Better be making your wedding dress
‘Tis a gift to be simple, ‘tis a gift to be free
Oh, it’s already made Trimmed in red Dressed all around with a golden thread Oh, it’s already made Trimmed in brown Dressed all around with a golden crown Oh, it’s already made Trimmed in green Prettiest thing you ever seen Oh, it’s already made Trimmed in white Better be ready for Saturday night
‘Tis a gift to come round where you ought to be And when you find yourself in a place just right It will be in the valley of love and delight When true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed To turn, turn, will be our delight ‘Til by turning, turning, we come round right
Oh, she wouldn’t say yes She wouldn’t say no All she’d do just sit and sew
Nico Muhly's arrangements adapted for string orchestra by Bernard Rofe.
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