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1. Onaway Awake Beloved (0:00:00​). Words from the Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, music by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor.
2. Come Away, Come Away Death (0:05:10​). Words by William Shakespeare, music by Roger Quilter.
3. Oh Mistress Mine Where are you Roaming? (0:08:19​) Words by William Shakespeare, music by Roger Quilter.
4. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind (0:09:52​ ). Words by William Shakespeare.
5. ‘Endure Endure’ aria from St Matthew Passion (English translation) (0:12:26​). Music by J S Bach
6. At the Mid Hour of Night (0:17:02​). Words by Thomas Moore, arranged by Herbert Hughes
7. Silent Worship (0:19:50​). Words by Arthur Somervell (translated from Nicola Francesco Haym), music by George Frideric Handel.

Lyrics:

1. Onaway Awake Beloved

Onaway! Awake, beloved! Thou the wild-flower of the forest!
Thou the wild-bird of the prairie! Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like!
If thou only lookest at me, I am happy, I am happy,
As the lilies of the prairie, when they feel the dew upon them!
Sweet thy breath is as the fragrance of the wild-flowers in the morning.
As their fragrance is at evening, in the Moon when leaves are falling.
Does not all the blood within me, leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,
As the springs to meet the sunshine, in the Moon when nights are brightest?
Onaway! my heart sings to thee, sings with joy when thou art near me,
As the sighing, singing branches in the pleasant Moon of Strawberries!
When thou art not pleased, beloved, then my heart is sad and darkened,
As the shining river darkens when the clouds drop shadows on it!
When thou smilest, my beloved, then my troubled heart is brightened,
As in sunshine gleam the ripples that the cold wind makes in rivers.
Smiles the earth, and smile the waters, smile the cloudless skies above us,
But I lose the way of smiling when thou art no longer near me!

2. Come Away, Come Away Death

Come away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet, on my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

3. Oh Mistress Mine Where are you Roaming?

O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love, 'tis not hereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's to come, is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

4. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly...

5. ‘Endure Endure’

6. At the Mid Hour of Night. Words by Thomas Moore.

At the mid hour of night when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lonely vale we lov’d when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight; thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember’d even in the sky.
Then I’ll sing the wild song, which once ’twas rapture to hear,
When our voices, both mingling, breathed like one on the ear,
And, as Echo far off thro’ the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! ’tis thy voice from the kingdom of souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear!

7. Silent Worship

Did you not hear My Lady
Go down the garden singing?
Blackbird and thrush were silent
To hear the alleys ringing.

Oh saw you not My Lady
Out in the garden there?
Shaming the rose and lily
For she is twice as fair.

Though I am nothing to her
Though she must rarely look at me
And though I could never woo her
I love her till I die.

Surely you heard My Lady
Go down the garden singing?
Silencing all the songbirds
And setting the alleys ringing.

But surely you see My Lady
Out in the garden there,
Rivaling the glittering sunshine
With a glory of golden hair.