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Texts by B. Crooker set in Art Songs and Choral Works

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Barbara Crooker (b. 1945)

Text Collections:

  • Some Glad Morning

Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):

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Special notes: All titles and first lines are included in this index, including those used by composers.
Titles used by the text author appear in boldface. First lines appear in italics.
A language code in a blue rectangle like ENG indicates that a translation to that language is available.
A grey rectangle like FRE indicates a particular translation (usually one set to music) exists but isn't yet available.

  • Almost, But Not Quite Spring (There is no color anywhere) - D. Trumbore *
  • Amidst the horror, the steady rain - D. Trumbore (Planting) *
  • and everything we've been waiting for opens (from Some Glad Morning) - D. Trumbore (It’s May.) *
  • And I love this ordinary summer afternoon - D. Trumbore (Happiness) *
  • and light begins to soften - D. Trumbore (Late February) *
  • April slips on her green silk dress - D. Trumbore *
  • April (April slips on her green silk dress) - D. Trumbore *
  • December light (It's a milkiness poured from) - D. Trumbore *
  • Gratitude (This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war) *
  • Happiness (And I love this ordinary summer afternoon) *
  • How can we let it all slip through our fingers? (There’s nothing new under the sun) - D. Trumbore *
  • Is it impossible to plant change? (and everything we've been waiting for opens) (from Some Glad Morning) - D. Trumbore *
  • It is one of those soft - D. Trumbore *
  • It's a milkiness poured from - D. Trumbore (Winter Light) *
  • It’s May. (and everything we've been waiting for opens) (from Some Glad Morning) *
  • January (Mornings come slowly, the sun reluctant) - D. Trumbore *
  • July (That sprinkler is at it again) - D. Trumbore *
  • June (It is one of those soft) - D. Trumbore *
  • Late February (and light begins to soften) - D. Trumbore *
  • Let us believe in the resurrection of the earth (So, here you come again) - D. Trumbore *
  • Light of late November (Praise the light of late November) - D. Trumbore *
  • Liturgy for March (So, here you come again) *
  • March (There is no color anywhere) - D. Trumbore *
  • May (This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war) - D. Trumbore *
  • mid-November, the world turned golden - D. Trumbore *
  • Mornings come slowly, the sun reluctant - D. Trumbore (January) *
  • Planting (Amidst the horror, the steady rain) *
  • Praise Song (Praise the light of late November) *
  • Praise the light of late November - D. Trumbore (Praise Song) *
  • Snow at Solstice (The light gives up too early) *
  • So, here you come again - D. Trumbore (Liturgy for March) *
  • Some October, when the leaves turn gold, ask - D. Trumbore (Some October) *
  • Some October (Some October, when the leaves turn gold, ask) *
  • Some Octobe (Some October, when the leaves turn gold, ask) - D. Trumbore *
  • Sonnet from Ecclesiastes (There’s nothing new under the sun) *
  • That sprinkler is at it again - D. Trumbore (This Summer Day) *
  • The light gives up too early - D. Trumbore (Snow at Solstice) *
  • The light gives up too early (The light gives up too early) - D. Trumbore *
  • There is no color anywhere - D. Trumbore (Almost, But Not Quite Spring) *
  • There’s nothing new under the sun - D. Trumbore (Sonnet from Ecclesiastes) *
  • The steady rain (Amidst the horror, the steady rain) - D. Trumbore *
  • This blue morning (mid-November, the world turned golden) - D. Trumbore *
  • This ordinary summer afternoon (And I love this ordinary summer afternoon) - D. Trumbore *
  • This Summer Day (That sprinkler is at it again) *
  • This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war - D. Trumbore (Gratitude) *
  • Winter Light (It's a milkiness poured from) *
  • Winter will return (There’s nothing new under the sun) - D. Trumbore *

Last update: 2026-10-11 15:13:23

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