ALBUM: The Choral Music of David F Golightly
PERFORMED BY: The Soglasie Male Voice Choir of St Petersburg
Conductor: Alexander Govorov

Sleeve Notes (see artist information page for updated biographical details)
David studied composition with Richard Steinitz at Huddersfield University. Born in Co Durham and now based in Cheshire, a number of his compositions have been commissioned by eminent performers, including “Moods” for Roger Heaton, “Rites of Passage” and “The St Petersburg Mass” for The Roussland Soglasie Male Voice Choir of St Petersburg. In addition, David has composed prolifically for theatre and film. The most notable credits include “Blue Remembered Hills”, “On the Razzle”, “The Glass Menagerie”, “Cider with Rosie” and “Under Milkwood” (Theatre), “Out of the Depth” and “I’m no Angel” (Film).

David has had his concert music performed as far afield as America, Germany, Poland and Russia. He now combines a hectic freelance career, working as a commercial orchestrator, with that of a classical composer and conductor.

To add to his credits, David was also acclaimed for his arrangements for the Latvian opera singer Inessa Galante on her CD “Arietta”. A number of David’s compositions will be premiered later in the year 2000-2001. These include a performance of his piano sonata by Jessie de Bellis at Carnegie Hall, New York, (Dec. 21st 2000) and at the Jacqueline du Pre Theatre in Oxford (Jan. 13th 2001). Important premieres scheduled for Russia in the year 2001 include the “First Symphony”.

Much of David’s serious music is recorded and available from CD retail outlets. In 2001, two further CDs of David’s music are scheduled for release.

David was chairman of “The North-West Composers’ Association” and, at the moment, is a director of the newly formed British Academy. In addition, he is also one of the classical representatives for the “PRS Advisory Group” established to assist the company review its public performance and broadcast policy.

Photo: David Golightly


Soglasie Male Voice Choir of St Petersburg
Conductor - Alexander Govorov
Pianist - Demitri Tepliakov

The Soglaise Male Voice Choir of St. Petersburg consists of professional vocalists who are soloists in their own right. Many have second specialities such as conducting, musicology and instrumental performing. The majority of the choirs repertoire consists of Russian Sacred and Secular music. However, they have commissioned and performed a number of new pieces from Russian and foreign composers, most notably "The St. Petersburg Mass" by the English composer David F Golightly, premiered in the State Capella Hall, St. Petersburg, in May 1994.

The word “Soglaise” means The conjunction of human voices; the agreement between people for peace and harmony in the world”. A considerable amount of the choirs repertoire has been researched and arranged by its members. Much of this music was previously forbidden and it is due in no small part to the choir’ efforts, that a great deal of traditional Russian Church music is being heard again, thereby reviving a beauty and richness which is unique.


RITES OF PASSAGE: Poems, A Pushkin, Translated by Henry Jones.

Heavy laden, trusty mellow, Lightly speeds the carriage fleet. Father Time - a lusty fellow. Never leaves the driving seat. Take our place in the morning. Hurry! Hurry! Let's be gone!. Comfort, ease and safety scorning, Only cry: Get on! Get on!. Noon tide! Jogged about and jolted. Heads have had the time to cool. Heavens! Have the horses bolted? Take it easy, Time you fool!. Evening comes, the carriage gliding, Dozing, now we know the road. Father Time, the horses guiding, Take us to our last abode!.

2 THE BIRD: From home an exile, still preserving, The custom of a by gone day, The Festival of Spring observing, A captive bird I loose away. Consoled, at one with Nature living, How could I now to God complain, Who gave to me the joy of giving, Its freedom to this bird again?

3 THE SINGER: Oh, did you hear the singer in the grove, Who sings of love and sadness never ending, The morning silence with the singer softly blending, In simple plaintive notes of hopeless love? Oh,, did you hear him? Oh ,did you hear him? Oh, did you meet in darkness in the wood, One who sings of love and grief unending? A smile or trace of tears descending, Or mournful glance betray to you his mood? Oh, did you meet him? Oh, did you meet him? Oh, did you sigh to hear his tender voice, His song of love and sadness never ending, See his grieving glance upon you bending? And when you saw him did your heart rejoice? And did you sigh?

4 THE FLOWER: Forgotten, in a volume faded, A dried and scented flower I find, My heart by strangest dreams invaded, A hundred questions came to mind. Oh, whence and when? How long to flourish? What Spring? A stranger's hand or friend? Has culled this flower to fade and perish? How came it here? Is this the end? Momento of a tender meeting? Or token of a last farewell? Or lonely rambler's visit fleeting, To silent field or shady dell? And he, the giver, she receiving, Oh, where are they this present hour? Together? Parted? Are they living? Or gone, like this forgotten flower?

5 OMENS: I went to thee, and lively dreams, Around me wound in joyous dancing, And from the right, the moon her beams, Sent down to light my steps advancing. I came from thee, and gloomy dreams Pursued any sad, retreating figure, And from the left, the moonlight beams Cast shadows ever darker, bigger. Twas ever thus!, And it would seem, The poet's mood, sublime or tragic, Commands the signs and omens magic, That weave the fabric of his dream.

6 ELEGY: I have outlived my youth's desiring. Enchanting dreams allure in vain. My empty heart, no more aspiring, Knows only suffering and pain. Storms of fate have shaken. The blossoms from my fairest flower. And I am sad, forlorn, forsaken, And only wait the final hour. Thus, winter's icy tempest driving, To strip the trees with strident blast, A single trembling leaf surviving, My linger on, but falls at last.

Frontiers American Folk songs arranged by David F Golightly

1 BUFFALO SKINNERS: It was in the town of Jacks'boro, In the year of seventy three, When a man the name of Crego, Came stepping up to me, Saying how do you do young fellow? And how would you like to go? And spend the summer pleasantly, On the range of buffalo? Our hearts were cased with buffalo hocks, Our souls were cased with steel, And the harships of that summer, Would nearly make you reel, While skinning them darned old stinkers, Our lives they had no show, For Indians waiting to pick us off On the range of Buffalo.Buffalo stinking, stinking buffalo, Buffalo, darned buffalo, Yaho Indians Yaho! Yaho!. Get along mule! Our food it was buffalo hump, A iron wedge of bread, And all we had to sleep on was a buffalo for a bed, The fleas and gray backs worked on us, Oh boys it was not slow, I can tell you there's no hell on earth, Like the range of buffalo. Oh! Oh! now we've crossed Pease River, And home ward we are bound, No more in that hell fired country, Shall we be ever found, Going home to our wives and sweethearts, Tell the others not to go, To the God forsaken Buffalo range And darned old buffalo.

2 CHISHOLM TRAIL: Come along boys and listen to my tale, I'll tell you of my troubles, On the old Chisholm Trail, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea, you-py, yea, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea. Oh, its bacon and beans most every day, I'd soon rather eat prairie hay, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea, you-py, yea Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea. The wind did blow and the rain did fall, It looked by grab like to lose them all, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea, you-py, yea Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea. I don't give a damn, If they never do stop, I'll ride as long as a eight day clock, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea, you-py, yea, Come a ti-yi-you-py, you-py, yea.

3 SHENANDOAH: Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away you rolling river, Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Roll away we're bound away, Cross the wide Missouri. Oh, Shenandoah I love your daughter, Away I'm bound to go, Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter, Away I'm bound to go, Cross the wide, wide, cross the wide Missouri. Oh, Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you, Away you rolling river, Oh, Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you,- Away, we're bound away, Cross the wide Missouri. Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away you rolling river, Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, Away we're bound away, Cross the wide, cross the wide Missouri. Oh Shenandoah.

4 THE STREETS OF LAREDO: As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy, All wrapped in white linen, All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. Was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing, Once to the saddle, I used to go gay, First down to Rosie's and then to the card house, Shot in the chest, I am dying today. Beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly, Play the dead march as they bear up my pall, Put bundles of roses over my coffin, Roses to deaden the clods as they fall. As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, All wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

5 JOHN HARDY: John Hardy was a desp'rate little man, He carried a razor every day, He shot down a man on the West Virginia line, Ought a seen John Hardy getting away, Lord, Lord, Ought a-seen John Hardy getting away. John Hardy drew a four card straight, His opponent drew a pair, John failed to catch and the other fellow won, But he left him dead in his chair, Lord, Lord. Left him sittin' dead in his chair. John Hardy stood in the barroom door, Hic! So drunk he couldn't see, Hic! Along came the sheriff with his little boys in blue, Saying "Johnny come and go with me" Lord, Lord, "Johnny come and go with me" John Hardy stood in the cell block door, Tears runnin' out of both eyes, He looked up to heaven and the stars above Saying, "Dear Lord, I'm ready for to die" Lord, Lord, "Dear Lord I'm ready for to die" They took John Hardy to his hanging ground, And left him there for to die, The last word I ever heard that boy say was, "My forty odd it never told a lie" Lord, Lord "My forty odd it never told a lie"

Russian Folk songs Text

Soloist: Gennadi Martemianov, bass.
A young man drives his troika (three horse cab) along the Piterskaya Street singing happily and slightly drunkenly. He meets his sweetheart and demands three times that she kiss him, each time, despite rebuke, his demands become more insistent and daring.

Solists Nikolai Vinogradov, counter tenor.
A passenger in a horse-drawn sledge, on the post route, travels across a vast expanse of countryside, listening to the horse's bell. The melancholy song of the driver prompts the passenger to reminisce and recollect his past loves.

This Terek-River Cossacks song tells about the hardship and dangers of military service a long way from home. The never-say die attitude of the Cossacks can be heard throughout this song.

The Song of the Don Cossacks Soloist; Konstantin Ikhsanov, tenor.
Oh, you are so broad the Steppe, the vast Steppe; You have spread so far and wide Mother Steppe. Oh, is that the Steppe eagle taking wing? NO, it's only Don Cossack, who rides the plain: Oh, don't you fly, eagle, so high across the earth, Oh don't you ride, Don Cossack, close to the riverbank.

A famous Russian work song of the Burlaki (the workers, who used to tow the barges on the Volga River).

Soloist. Evgeni Akimov, tenor.
A young man sings to his beloved.

Soloist: Vladimir Checnev, basso profundo.
A sledge -driver on the poste route, frozen, and waiting for death , sings sadly to the endless, snow-bound Steppe. He asks his comrades to say good bye to his wife and give her his wedding ring. He declares his love for her even in death.

Soloist: Vladimir Checnev, basso profundo.
The fog has fallen and made roads invisible. A highwayman is thinking "Is it really my own fate to rob" He asks the sun to rise and lighten all around so that he may find some other way of life in the future.

Soloist: Dmitri Shilov, bass.
A merry folk song about the gnat.

A happy song of the Don Cossacks in which a young man sings about his love.

Soloist: Vladimir Chechnev, basso profundo.
Once there were twelve robbers who lived in a dense wood. Their leader's name was Kudeyar.Kudeyar's conscience is stirred and so he leaves the others to Spend the rest of his life in a monastery.

23 BARYNIA. Barynia (Lady)
This well-known folk song and dance is usually performed at Russian wedding parties in honour of the mother-in-law.

Soloist Igor Vozny, tenor.
A middle -aged man listens to the evening Bells, which prompt him to remember his youth, his first love and former companions, many of whom are now dead.

Soloist Igor Vozny
, tenor.
A well known Russian song which celebrates the beauties of nature and the singer's sweet-heart "Kalinka. The word Kalinka means a guelder-rose, a symbol of a young bride.



The Eye (Chamber Opera)

“His well-crafted score is taut and often very attractive”
Chris Aspin, Manchester Evening News.

“The highlight of the production was undoubtedly the vibrant score”
Natalie Angelsey, Oldham Arts.

The St. Petersburg Mass

“It is a work of great talent”
Alexander Polisohuk, Conductor of the State Conservatoire Orchestra.

“Music of stunning orchestral virtuosity and emotional depth”
Victor Pleshak, Leading Composer Member of the Union of St. Petersburg Composers.

“It is Music of the Heart”
Professor Mussin, Head of Conducting, St. Petersburg Conservatoire

“According to the great composer Mussorgsky, ‘Of greatest importance for a composer is his search for truth’; it Is this truth we hear when we perform David Golightly’s music”
Alexander Govorov, Conductor of the Rouss-land Soglasie Choir of St. Petersburg

“The Englishman with a Russian soul”
Alexander Govorov, Conductor of the Rouss-land Soglasie Choir of St. Petersburg

This page was last updated on 14 September, 2005