There Will Come Soft Rains (Antognini) | Atlanta Master Chorale

[@edmondbeatty9309]

The sopranos do not drown out the other marvellous voices as the some times do.

[@emiolian]

What a marvelous recording! Congratulations to the conductor and to every single singer :-)

[@frdagaa]

That is a beautiful composition. Thank you for creating it. I agree they did a great job on it.

[@ramdjow2882]

This was definitely one of my favorite choral pieces that we sang (I was part of a chamber choir). I always felt depressed all day at school, and chamber choir was the last class of the day. Anyways, I remember feeling a sense of hope whenever we sang this, and to this day, listening to this song gives me that same sense of hope.

[@a4monek]

How such a beautiful art have only 341 views?!

[@Purple25Girl]

This chorale is amazingg. They're tone so incredible throughout the whole piece.My choir is performing this and I'm absolutely in love with every note

[@sizwemondlane7464]

Ivo Antog-freaking-nini!! This song is perfect :'(

[@collegediva19]

Wonderful job Atlanta Master Chorale! And great job Dr. Nelson.

[@crickb88]

Gorgeous performance!

[@guidovacca1286]

Bravo!

[@zacharylavender1568]

Well done!

[@rainbowwwkim]

That brought a tear to my eye.

[@MarkMastrocinque]

"Beauty more than bitterness makes the heart break"

[@Tamadehenzhan]

elegant

[@brentbarnes1719]

Excellence that doesn't require a computer's involvement :) Bravo!

[@madibrooks7319]

It’s a beautiful song, but I was looking at the sheet music I have for this song, (I’m singing it in advanced choir) and I couldnt keep track of the words. Like after “and swallows circling with their shimmering sound,” what should have come next was, “and not one will know of the war, not one will care when it’s done.” I just couldn’t hear that.

[@emiolian]

There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

[@madibrooks7319]

@@emiolian hmm... its the same as same as my music, but i just couldnt hear it.

[@billlogger3801]

Lovely sound. And here's an alternative setting - soundcloud.com/hertfordshirechorus/09-there-will-come-soft-rains