Chanced upon this while looking for something else. It brought back a lot of memories.
Three versions here, because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best:
i) A cappella
ii) Music box
iii) Flute of harmony
I first learnt this song in a choral arrangement in JC1. We sang this as part of the women’s chorus segment of AEWF. It was my first AEWF, and I remember being in awe of the Alumni women – they had such full yet crystal clear voices, and looked so glamorous in their black kebayas… We were in our coloured ones – blue, maroon, burnt orange – the defining colours of College women. No two kebayas were exactly the same, they said; the fabric was deliberately chosen that way. More than a few of us would talk quite excitedly about the day we would graduate and don the black kebayas that were a sign of coming of age as singers, and take on the responsibility of mentoring.
Some of us eventually did, and we did more than don black kebayas. We trained together, and stood with younger singers as they trained. As we sang through the years, we saw each other study and graduate from university; start on first jobs – then change; waltz into young love and fall out of it; get married and have children. We learnt how to make the orchid corsages from scratch, and proudly did so for the cohorts that came after us. We threw great parties – and welcome teas. We had songs for and about everything – triumph, failure, celebration, grief, boredom, amusement… and sometimes, just because.