My professor just referred to “let the river run” and sang a bar of it and I essentially did a spit-take
For those of you who didn’t know me when I was 14, for a year I went to the same public high school that my sisters had gone to, and all four of us were in choir when we were there.
The school’s alumni song was “let the river run,” so at every concert, the alumni were invited to join the choir onstage and sing it with them. Of course, the alumni rarely did this, but every choir had to sing it, and nobody was really into “let the river run.”
So my sisters and I all have very approximate knowledge of the lyrics, the type of knowledge that is clearly lacking when sung solo, but almost undetectable when sung in a choir full of people who do know the words.
“Leeeeeeet the river runnnnnnn, let all the hahhhhhh ah face the naaaaaation, come, the new Jerusalem… it’s aaaaaaaasking ahhh nuh taaaaaking, uuhhhhh nuhhhhh, baaaaaking, ohhhhhhh, jonathan frake-ing! They’re ba na na na na, ba na na na na na, ba na na na na, our sons and daughters!”