The sweetest of song to escape from the Sistine Chapel…
The Choir of Claire College, Cambridge.
I had the joy of listening to a performance last year
at Douai Abbey, Woolhampton, Berkshire.
Sweet sweet tears…
The sweetest of song to escape from the Sistine Chapel…
The Choir of Claire College, Cambridge.
I had the joy of listening to a performance last year
at Douai Abbey, Woolhampton, Berkshire.
Sweet sweet tears…
The choir of King’s College, Cambridge sing this lovely Easter hymn.
I remember this well from my childhood in Scotland.
“Mrs Cecil Frances Alexander wrote this hymn as she sat up one night with her seriously sick daughter. Many times, traveling to town to shop, she had passed a small grassy mound, just outside the old city wall of Derry, Ireland. It always made her think of Calvary, and it came to mind as she wrote this hymn.”
There Is a Green Hill Far Away.
Music by William Horsley.
There is a green hill far away,
without a city wall,
where our dear Lord was crucified
who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
what pains he had to bear,
but we believe it was for us
he hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
he died to make us good,
that we might go at last to heaven,
saved by his precious blood.
There was no other good enough
to pay the price of sin,
he only could unlock the gate
of heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly has he loved!
And we must love him too,
and trust in his redeeming blood,
and try his works to do.
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Üsküdar’a gider iken
aldı da bir yağmur
Kâtibimin setresi uzun,
eteği çamur
Kâtip uykudan uyanmış,
gözleri mahmur
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin,
el ne karışır?
Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek
ne güzel yaraşır
Üsküdar’a gider iken
bir mendil buldum
Mendilimin içine
lokum doldurdum
Ben yarimi arar iken
yanımda buldum
Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin,
el ne karışır?
Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek
ne güzel yaraşır
When going to Üsküdar, it began to rain
long is the coat of my scribe, its sleeves get muddy.
The scribe woke up, his eyes are still sleepy.
I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.
How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!
When going to Üsküdar, I found a kerchief
I filled it with lokum (Turkish sweet)
When looking for my helper, I found him on my side.
I am of my scribe and my scribe is mine, it’s nobody’s business.
How well the stiff shirt collar suits my scribe!
“This is the tune that drove us CRAZY as little children…
We went and discovered its source, sang what we remembered, then, identified…danced & danced as the Istanbul restaurant’s musicians played for us…
In a childish trance of joy!!!”
Tony Robinsons’ documentary tracing the family history of our royals has established that our queen is NOT the rightful heir to the throne of England – nor is ANYONE within her family.
http://www.channel4.com/programmes/britains-real-monarch
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