Biggleswade Campus Uplifts Milton Ernest Care Home
A choir of some current and former Focus Students from Biggleswade School Campus revisited Milton Ernest Hall Care Home to encourage and uplift the elderly residents. The care home staff and residents enjoyed the music and asked the choir to come back, maybe in the summer.
The students practise together and some of these sessions are held at the school campus, with the doors open for all to attend and enjoy the music.
Most visitors find Milton Ernest Hall fascinating. It is the only country house designed and built by the noted Gothic architect Sir William Butterfield whose “structural polychromy” with variegated brick banding became the fashion of the late Victorian period. The Gothic Revival was in its heyday between 1855 and 1885 and this Grade 1 listed building built in 1865 is a good example of the era.
The students also learnt that Milton Ernest Hall was used as a HQ by the Allied Forces in WW2. They found the small plaque that remembers those who served at this grand yet covert building close to Thurleigh Airfield. RAF Thurleigh hosted American B-17 Flying Fortress aircraft of the 8th Air Force during the war. 171 aircraft failed to return and there is a small museum on the airfield containing a Remembrance Book to all the young men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Some of the student’s ancestors were in the Allied Forces and the conductor’s elderly great grandfather is a former WW2 medic who spent most of the war in uniform. He was on the last boat out of Dunkirk, landed in Normandy D Day+3, survived Arnhem and carried on into Germany, finally caring for the emaciated survivors from Bergen Belsen. The British were the first to enter a death camp and first-hand accounts of mass graves, piles of corpses, and ‘living skeletons’ spread quickly around the world.
really, really, really, good. best choir I have heard.
are you going to record urselves? I would recommend it, if you wanted a fundraiser idea!
Incredible harmony – the team is up there with the best!
You are really good guys at singing!!!!:)
Keep it up
Absolutely outstanding
Awesome…..keep going full volume!
Next up for the X Factor finals is…………..Biggleswade Campus choir!!!!!!!!! Wahoo!!?!
‘Reminds me of my Aunt Stephanie’ (quote of Will.i.am)
Blistering performance there………compares with the script and maroon5……u should perform at Wembley guys!!! I’ll be there clapping u along…….bling 😉
when r u next doing a choir???? let us know guys……….cheers guys………….cya
well done Duncan, fabulous piano playing – looking forward to meeting you soon
Wow, Can’t wait to hear you Duncan……
Lovely singing.
Could we have the ‘I will rise’ & ‘Impossible dream’ lyrics please?
I Will Rise
There’s a peace I’ve come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There’s an anchor for my soul
I can say, it is well
Jesus has overcome, and the grave is over-whelmed
The victory is won, He is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise, on eagles’ wings
Before my God, fall on my knees and rise, I will rise
There’s a day that’s drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
His is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees and rise, I will rise
And I hear the voice of many angels sing, worthy is the Lamb
And I hear the cry of every longing heart, worthy is the Lamb
And I hear the voice of many angles sing, worthy is the Lamb
And I hear the cry of every longing heart, worthy is the Lamb
Worthy is the Lamb
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb
And I will rise when he calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees and rise
I will rise, I will rise, I will rise
Impossible Dream
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the impossible foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To fight the un-rightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are to weary
To reach the unreachable star
The is my quest to follow that star
No matter now hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right without question or pause
To be willing to march into war for the heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm, when I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with His last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
To dream the impossible dream
….the impossible dream
….the impossible dream
brilllllll. amazzzzzing. encorrrre.
++ wuld anyone denny oliver is owned a appluase as well.
Brilliant job all of you. That was flawless. Keep it coming.
Behind this must have been someone with a clear vision for success. Someone who listened. Someone who watched. Someone who was clear and unambiguous with their directions. Someone who made sure it was not about themselves.
Congratulations to the maestro. No glass ceilings around here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Excellent choice of songs. Awesome singing. Beautiful accompaniment. Thank you for sharing them with us.
your singing is amazing Georgie……..
keep it up guys….
Wow…
u r really good..
Outstanding singing
wow……..
this is so stunning!!
the first soloist on the video has a funky voice
well done bedford?!
The first soloist has a beautiful voice, I could listen to it all day!!!!!!
This music is about the only thing that stops my 3 week old baby crying when he has colic – truly music for all ages! More ‘instrumental’ stuff doesn’t work, but your voices are just the right medicine!
Christian cheer to the elderly and infirm. Real singing with open mouths.
Could I ask if this school on Potton Road is near to the spot where the hymn writer and evangelist John Wesley preached the Gospel in 1762?
John Wesley’s diary says he preached in Biggleswade – Volume 3, Page 77, “On the way to Everton stopped five and forty miles from London at Road Farm.”
Apparently there is an old 45 mile post on Potton Road, Biggleswade, just by Road Farm?
Absolutely outstanding! Great synergy and quality in singing… I can tell you lot went to a proper school that knew about choir singing and music!! …… up with Dunstable Campus! (even if Biggleswade take the glory)… all the best though… I hope it gets better and spreads, bet Biggleswade must be awesome now. Music to be appreciated by all like this is great! Superb job.
Amazing singers!!!! a very good choir!!! I’ve always loved the song ‘Colours of this wind’ but have never had the lyrics for it!!! can someone please post the lyrics on here??? thanks!!! 🙂
Colours Of The Wind
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev’ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he ginned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you pain with all the colours of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine-trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otters are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the earth and still, all you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind