O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Amen.
Good evening everybody and now welcome to the Wolfhound Church for this concert on the halfway of the pier.
Thank you all very much for coming on such a horrible night.
I'm sure we're all going to enjoy the proceedings very much.
So now we're going to hand over to Mr. David Holt. Thank you.
Welcome to our music celebration for Christmas.
I'm privileged to be asked to do the narration this evening for all the reasons the House Director Mercy includes.
I take no credit for the very, very hard work of the House Bar and I'm sure we will appreciate that in the end.
I'm trying to find out where is the idea of the concert came from and I'm trying to give you some threads that I've found out.
Magneto O'Riordan, one of the organizers and a professional musician in the Heron Brasset, is a patient in the House House in the area and is playing this evening.
We made the debate possible about waiting.
Why did Magneto wait?
Between dreams, between protests.
The joke of the idea came to her about the concert.
Karen Wells, one of our jurors at the World's Most Beautiful Concert, who is also a singer of some of the men who gave a gay Karen short.
They shared that idea with Karen Reverter.
Karen then came into this room and she sang a song about a friend's wedding.
Karen and Bob were having trouble with the venue and from there it's the wedding day of the evening.
The date of the meeting is, as you know, tentative to raise all my free-winning parents to go to the venue to get it and see it.
The meeting is going very, very well.
I'm going to mention money perhaps twice, now and at the end.
As we go out there will be a collection.
If you wish to give or can give, then please do.
The time has nearly been reached.
So as long as you've got enough money in your pocket, then you ought to go home with a full partner in the next quarter.
It's very fitting that they're going to start the concert this evening with Karen Wells.
The concert is about to begin.
Karen and Bob are going to sing a song about their love for each other.
Ah!
The day has come, the day has come, the day has come.
Ah!
The day has come, the day has come, the day has come.
Ah!
It brings back happy memories recalling old love melodies.
It's why you know we love each other, dear thoughts in bed, love, love, and love.
There once was a clear, a fair, open lake.
By night with the moon through the wood latches pray.
The homes were came awake and the air of heaven made.
With one more time all the beauty he gazed.
Youth was not to be denied, to take us to his heart he sighed.
There once was a clear, a fair, open lake.
Will you feel the breath of the night cooling in through my heart with delight?
Will you feel the beat of it through, love me that I've died for you?
Ah!
Will you feel the breath of the night cooling in through my heart with delight?
Will you feel the beat of it through, love me that I've died for you?
Ah!
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To your toast I answer with a bong, a yoke and syphos, I drink it with delight.
So the autumn buttered on, sweet stars of lullabies,
Ischia's night rising to its highest in the night.
See how the glorious circus gleaming with people gave them to holiday.
How they shout, Christ, now don't hear.
If you are true and not wise, pray, take him away.
If Renzi seizes them, oh, nothing can.
Now take lover to the common start.
Then the moment comes when end of barely,
Twins new, well-hurt, true, keep care, cover, take care.
From well alone, on gas, now, to lay abode, to lay abode,
Mindful that when danger thou shalt be, for night is gazing on you,
And true love waits for thee, to lay abode, and true love waits for thee.
To lay abode, now, to lay abode, to lay abode, mindful that when danger thou shalt be, for night is gazing on you,
And true love waits for thee, to lay abode, and true love waits for thee.
Suddenly the crowd is silent, a sign is given within the patricle.
The longer shout of rhyme, like a gargle of headline,
How eagerly uncomfortable plummeted, the rushing round is put to a lay,
A horse that's swollen, dragging down that finger.
A plough of a toro, or a ladle of a spring,
On its two sides, now here, now there, start the game once more.
And the ventor man's at the end of the land, and there's rust.
With only ninety runs, the circus still isn't gone.
And now the crowd's quickly lost, the crowd is out of the door.
And now so turn, you're laying back the door.
Come on, take care, come on, take care.
To lay abode, from God's bow, to lay abode, to lay abode,
Mindful that when danger thou shalt be, for night is gazing on you,
And to the way for thee, to lay abode, and to the way for thee.
To lay abode, on God's bow, to lay abode, to lay abode,
Mindful that when danger thou shalt be, for night is gazing on you,
And to the way for thee, to lay abode, and to the way for thee.
To lay abode, to lay abode, to lay abode.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. President.
I'm here to give you a solo.
This talented young lady is already in the funeral department of the Royal Royal Society of the Union.
Mr. Speaker, please step, or you're already coming for the next year.
It's a lot of time to count.
And now our young ladies are all waiting to sing,
and we'll sing in the air one of our novice artists, song of experience, Ruthie Carpenter.
Walking in the air,
and floating in the blue sky,
We'll be the far in the world, we'll sing in as we love.
In the morning, every time,
I'm riding in the wind, the moon,
And finding out the brightest of all I love in you.
I'll cross the world,
The meadows, the vines, and trees,
The rivers down the haze,
And the rivers down the river,
The meadows, the meadows, and trees,
The rivers down the haze,
The voice down the streams.
So that when the waves come around,
And the wind, how we love, it leaves their mark.
And we'll sing in the air,
We'll swing in the frozen sky,
Drifting over icy mountains, floating high.
In the air,
We'll sing in the wind, the meadows, and trees,
The rivers down the haze,
The meadows, the meadows, and trees,
The rivers down the haze,
The meadows, the meadows, and trees,
Letting up the mighty boss,
Flowing for this thing.
We'll walk in the air,
We'll dancing in the midnight sky,
Jesus brings us as we come.
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We've had a mix just now of operetta, classical music and opera.
But this next piece from Casalagni's Sintappadi is grand opera, it's most tragic.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, before we finish the concert with three Christmas carols with St. Mendo and his Lady Ladies, in which we hope everyone will join in, there are some particular things to note.
In case I forget, just in relation to the three carols, the silent night, the first verse from the song Soul by Elizabeth Beren.
Please remember, probably everyone will forget if you start singing these things. I'm trying not to do it.
Please join me first of all, last, the Bishop of Nevers and Noemene.
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I have a sensitive power behind the throne. I might also sing a lullaby to ask to join me for a Julie Bird.
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We have to observe that the power man who wrote Lady with Trishula, Julie is a stage manager. I think it's not easy, it's a strange place, but she managed to do a very, very successful, thank you.
There is one particular thanks that I think we ought to sing loud, and that's power.
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It's not often that I have to present it, it's actually this itself. It's certainly not the truth.
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To spot the lady in the Eastern Convention, Diana Newton, who's our Lady Bird fundraiser and our audience. Diana, thank you.
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Two final thanks. One is the director, Bob Mason, for having us in his beautiful church. Thank you.
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And finally, a power behind the throne, perhaps, is John Crowe, the judge of all, for all his talent, the OZO rehearsals, and all the small things that made the page of time list, as well as all the litigies, go very smoothly.
John, thank you very much.
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I did say I would mention you only twice. If anybody feels the urge, there are mass meetings at the back of the church. But there is no pressure.
Everybody here came here very, very freely, and you came in here very freely. If you wish to give even more freedom, you go ahead. Please do so. Thank you for your kind and your blessing.
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