Join us on facebook : https://www.facebook.com/fanclubAndantino The famous poem done as a song taken from from Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army McCrae maakte tijdens de Eerste Wereldoorlog als frontarts in 1915 de Tweede Slag...  moreJoin us on facebook : https://www.facebook.com/fanclubAndantino The famous poem done as a song taken from from Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army McCrae maakte tijdens de Eerste Wereldoorlog als frontarts in 1915 de Tweede Slag van Ieper mee. Daar ontstond zijn beroemde gedicht. McCrae's graf in het Frans-Vlaamse Wimereux (vroeger Wimmerrewe of Wimerreuwe) Stadhuis Vilvoorde 10/11/2014 Andantino (Vilvoorde België olv Peter De Waele) In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields. “In Vlaanderens velden bloeien de kl...    less

NAC Group WW1 Concert, Albert Hall , Nottingham, Sat 9th June In Flanders Field - arr Christine Donkin, from a poem by John McCrae

Closer: What I Want Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Amanda Romero

Opener - Nobody's Perfect Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck

A setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spe...  moreA setting by Edward Gold of a poem by Thomas Love Peacock sung by David Warin Solomons multitracking as the dwsChorale Glee- The Ghosts In life three ghostly friars were we, And now three friarly ghosts we be. Around our shadowy table placed, The spectral bowl before us floats: With wine that none but ghosts can taste, We wash our unsubstantial throats. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea. With songs that jovial spectres chaunt, Our old refectory still we haunt. The traveller hears our midnight mirth: "O list!" he cries, "the haunted choir!" The merriest ghost that walks the earth, Is sure the ghost of a ghostly friar. Three merry ghosts—three merry ghosts— three merry ghosts are we: Let the ocean be port, and we’ll think it good sport To be laid in that red sea.  less

Transition: Cross the Line Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Billy Hargraves and Andee Schray

Practically Perfect Directed by Todd Krier Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloist: Shelby Stebleton

Ballad: If I Can Dream Directed by Todd Krier Arranged by: Aaron B. Coates Choreographer: Shawn Eck Soloists: Ben Moser and Alex Stern (best female soloist)

Silver and Gold from Traces !0th anniversary Concert at Cosmopolite. Monica Lystad Soloist

www.emacadiz.es La EMA en Francia. Concierto celebrado el 29 de Julio de 2012 en La Couvertoirade, precioso pueblo templario del sur de Francia. 4º Festival internacional de corales, Aveyron. FROM A DISTANCE From a distance the world look...  morewww.emacadiz.es La EMA en Francia. Concierto celebrado el 29 de Julio de 2012 en La Couvertoirade, precioso pueblo templario del sur de Francia. 4º Festival internacional de corales, Aveyron. FROM A DISTANCE From a distance the world looks blue and green, and the snowcapped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the scream and the eagle takes to flight. From a distance there is harmony, and it echoes trough the land. It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace, It's the voice of ev'ry man. God is watching us, God is watching us, God is watching us. From a distance we all have no enough, and no one is in need. There are no guns, no bombs, no diseases, no hungry mouths to feed. From a distance we are intruments, marching in a common band. Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace, They're the songs of ev'ry man. It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves, It's the heart of ev'ry man. God is watching us, God is watching us, God ...    less