When 
              war was threatening Europe, Finzi wrote 
              to a friend that "a song outlasts 
              a dynasty" expressing his belief 
              that as long as there was music there 
              was hope. Diane McVeagh in her talk noted 
              that song, which requires no instruments 
              but voice, is the most ancient form of 
              music. Cultural artefacts may be destroyed, 
              but culture survives through human communication. 
              Thus song survives although individual 
              singers pass away, when there is an oral 
              tradition, and this can last centuries. 
              As the remarkable rediscovery of Thomas 
              Traherne's writing shows, what seems to 
              be lost can someday resurface. 
            In 
              some ways English song as we know it stems 
              from a single act : Cecil Sharp's notation 
              of a folk song sung by a gardener in 1903. 
              Thus a generation of middle class intellectuals 
              took on a mission to preserve as much 
              folk song and dance as they could, assuming 
              that the folk tradition was almost extinct. 
              Among the keenest collectors were Vaughan 
              Williams and Butterworth. From folk roots 
              they created an English identity based 
              on simplicity and direct expression, just 
              as German composers had developed Lieder 
              from sources such as Herder and Des Knaben 
              Wunderhorn a century before. 
            Vaughan 
              Williams's adaptation of the song Sharp 
              collected in 1903, The Seeds of love, 
              suited Bickley well, for it used the natural 
              charm and prettiness of her voice. Williams 
              sang Vaughan Williams French folk song 
              setting, L'Amour de moy which required 
              a firmer touch. Both songs in a sense 
              sprang from "authentic" folk 
              roots. In contrast , Charles Stanford, 
              who taught most of the composers of his 
              time, including Vaughan Williams, wrote 
              songs based on an imagined vision of "Irish" 
              song, although he had been upper class 
              Anglo Irish and had left Ireland forever 
              at eighteen. Williams sang his genuinely 
              lyrical My love's an arbutus, bringing 
              its keening "Irish" nostalgia 
              to the fore. Gilchrist sang well, but 
              nothing could really raise Malcolm Williamson's 
              The Flowers from the level of children's 
              song, for which it was written. With the 
              Betty Roe songs, we returned to an "authentic" 
              voice, relating domestic incidents with 
              freshness and wit. In a sense, roe was 
              writing in a "folk" tradition 
              because she believed that art song should 
              be accessible, singable and relate to 
              people's lives. Her Husband and 
              Lament were hilarious comments 
              on domestic predicaments, vividly realised 
              by Williams and Gilchrist. Much more contrived 
              were the Berner's song Red noses and 
              red roses and A perfect rose 
              by Daryl Runswick. Bickley made them funny 
              enough but the material did not stretch 
              her potential. Ronald Stevenson’s deceptively 
              simple Rose of all the world was 
              a better vehicle. Bickley seems 
              to have a real feel for bluesy, smooth 
              songs like the setting of Hardy's In 
              tenebris I, which John Dankworth wrote 
              for his wife, Cleo Laine In this, Bickley 
              showed her mettle. Unfortunately her next 
              Stevenson setting was written in thick 
              Scots dialect, very different from Bickley's 
              normal voice. It did not convince, though 
              the song was good. She again drew the 
              short straw, having to sing Scott's Milkwort 
              and bog-cotton, also in dialect far 
              removed from her range.
            Gilchrist 
              and Williams had finer material to work 
              with. Gilchrist whispered the "hushed 
              silence" of Goossens A woodland 
              dell, creating atmosphere. Williams 
              accomplished Gurney's simple but heartfelt 
              Severn meadows, with a passionate 
              "Do not quite forget me, O Severn 
              Meadows!" Butterworth's immortal 
              Loveliest of Trees was presented 
              with ecstatic joy, the crescendo on the 
              lovely line "wearing white, for 
              Eastertide". 
            All 
              three singers combined in the last songs 
              – Bickley's voice well balanced by Williams. 
              Kit and the Widow's anti romantic Swansong 
              tells of a swan who only sings at its 
              death – from pollution. On an even higher 
              plane was Peter Maxwell Davies protest 
              against uranium mining in the Orkneys, 
              Tourist Board Song from the 
              Yellow Cake Review. The sardonic, 
              rapid lines were sung with sharply focussed 
              irony, voices alternating with precision. 
              Folk music was not purely decorative as 
              it expressed the concerns of ordinary 
              people. In the earlier part of the twentieth 
              century, oneness with nature might be 
              expressed through love of gardens, but 
              in more modern times, it is the threat 
              to nature that gets composers going. Since 
              uranium mining in the Orkneys was stopped, 
              perhaps it does show the power of song 
              has to galvanise people to governments 
              and to overcome. So Finzi was right : 
              as long as people can sing, there is hope.
            Anne Ozorio