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LYRICS

 

Sing Out, My Soul music by Marques L. A. Garrett, lyrics by William Henry Davies

 

Sing out my soul, your songs of joy

Sing as a happy bird will sing

Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch in early spring

Sing out my soul!

 

Think not of death, strive not for gold.

Train up your mind to feel content,

What matters then how low your store?

It matters not what we enjoy and not possess,

Makes rich or poor. Sing out my soul!


 

Sing, My Child by Sarah Quartel

 

Sing for the promise in each new morning.

Sing for the hope in a new day dawning.

All around is beauty bright!

Wake in the morning and sing, my child.

 

Dance in the joy of the day unfolding.

Dance as you work and dance as you’re learning.

All around is beauty bright!

Take in the day and dance, my child.

 

But when troubles come and worry is all that can be found,

Gather your strength and hear your voice.

Sing, my child.

 

Laugh in the cool and the fresh of the evening.

Laugh in your triumph, laugh in succeeding.

All around is beauty bright!

Rest in the evening and laugh my child.

 

Peace in the stillness and dark of the night.

Peace in the dreams of your silent delights.

All around is beauty bright!

Sleep in the night, and peace, my child.

 

Sing, my child.

Dance, my child.

Laugh, my child.

Peace, my child.


 

Only in Sleep music by Eriks Esenvalds, lyrics by Sara Teasdale

 

Only in sleep I see their faces,

Children I played with when I was a child,

Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,

Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

 

Only in sleep time is forgotten

What may have come to them, who can know?

Yet we played last night as long ago,

And the dollhouse stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,

I met their eyes and found them mild,

Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder

And for them am I too a child?


 

Children Will Listen (from Into the Woods) by Stephen Sondheim, arr. by Mark Brymer

 

How do you say to a child in the night,

“Nothing’s all black, but then nothing’s all white?”

How do you say, “It will be all right” –

When you know that it mightn’t be true?

What do you do?

 

What do you leave to your child when you’re dead?

Only whatever you put in its head.

Things that your father and mother had said,

Which were left to them, too.

Careful what you say.

 

Careful the things you say, children will listen

Careful the things you do, children will see and learn.

Children may not obey, but children will listen.

Children will look to you for which way to turn.

To learn what to be.

Careful before you say, “Listen to me.”

Children will listen.

 

Careful the wish you make,

Wishes are children.

Careful the path they take,

Wishes come true, not free.

Careful the spell you cast,

Not just on children.

Sometimes the spell may last,

Past what you can see,

And turn against you.

Careful the tale you tell,

That is the spell.

Children will listen.


 

This Wandering Day (from Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power) by David Donaldson, David Long, John Payne, Stephen Roche, and Janet Roddick

 

The sun is fast fallin’ beneath trees of stone.

The light in the tower no longer my home.

Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed.

I trade all I’ve known for the unknown ahead.

Call to me, call to me lands far away,

For I must now wander this wandering day.

Away I must wander this wandering day.

Of drink I have little, and food I have less.

My strength tells me ‘no,’ but the path demands ‘yes.’

My legs are so short and the way is so long.

I’ve no rest nor comfort; no comfort but song.

Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away!

Oh rise up and guide me this wandering day.

Please promise to find me this wandering day.

At last comes their answer, through cold and through frost

That not all who wonder or wander are lost.

No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost,

That not all who wonder or wander are lost.


 

Cloud Pictures music by Michael Hennagin, lyrics by Kay Michaels

I lie upon the grass,

And look up at the sky,

And spend my time in dreaming,

 

As the fluffy clouds go by.

There’s one just like a seal,

And there’s a donkey too.

Huge lions, bears, and tigers,

Make up the passing zoo.

Then trains and ships and cars

Blow over, one by one.

Who’d ever think pretending

Could be such a lot of fun?


 

Stand Up (from Harriet) by Joshuah Campbell and Cynthia Echeumuna-Erivo, arr. by Tea Douglas

 

I been walkin’ with my face turned to the sun.

Weight on my shoulders, bullet in my gun.

Oh, I got eyes in the back of my head just in case I have to run.

Do what I can when I can while I can for my people.

While the clouds roll back and the stars fill the night.

 

That’s when I’m gonna stand up, take my people with me.

Together we are goin’ to a brand new home.

Far across the river, can you hear freedom calling, calling me to answer?

Gonna keep on keepin’ on.

I can feel it in my bones.

 

Early in the morning, before the sun begins to rise,

We’re gonna start movin’ towards that separating line.

I’m wading through muddy waters; you know I got a made up mind.

And I don’t mind if I lose any blood on the way to salvation.

And I’ll fight with the strength that I got until I die.

 

So I’m gonna stand up, take my people with me.

Together we are goin’ to a brand new home.

Far across the river, can you hear freedom calling, calling me to answer

Gonna keep on keepin’ on.

I can feel it in my bones.

 

And I know what’s around the bend 

Might be hard to face ‘cause I’m alone.

And I just might fail, but Lord knows I tried,

Stars fill up the sky.

 

Stand up, take my people with me.

Together we are goin’ to a brand new home.

Far across the river, can you hear freedom calling, calling me to answer

Gonna keep on keepin’ on.

I go to prepare a place for you.

I go to prepare a place for you.

I go to prepare a place for you.


 

The Times They Are A-Changin’ by Bob Dylan, arr. by Adam Podd

 

Come gather ‘round people wherever you roam

And admit that the waters around you have grown

And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you is worth savin’

And you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers, and fathers throughout the land

And don’t criticize what you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

Your old road is rapidly aging

Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend a hand

For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn the curse it is cast

The slow one now will later be fast

As the present now will later be past,

The order is rapidly fading

And the first one now will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’!


 

Medley from They Have Freckles Everywhere by Elizabeth Alexander

 

My Mouth (with nonsense syllables)

M-m-m–my-y-y-y, my mou-ou-ou-th

B-b-b-bl-bl-bl-blurting out sou-ou-ou-ound, sou-ou-ou-ound.

A sea of sound, enough to fill the sou-ou-ou-oul.

Enough to fill the world.

M-m-m-mou-ou-outh, my mouth!

 

My Fingers

My fingers are short.

My fingers, my fingers are short.

My fingers are short.

Very, very short!

 

My Cheeks

My cheeks, my cheeks.

They have freckles, freckles everywhere.

They have freckles, freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

My cheeks are soft, they are soft, very soft,

And they have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles everywhere, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles, they have freckles everywhere.

They have freckles every, every, every, they have freckles everywhere.

And my cheeks puff up, my cheeks puff up, my cheeks puff up,

And they are soft and they have freckles everywhere.


 

KidSong by Stephen Caldwell, lyrics traditional from:

 

B-I-N-G-O

London Bridge

Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star

Are You Sleeping, Brother John (English translation of Frére Jacques)

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

The Wheels on The Bus

Ring Around the Rosy


 

Choose Your Fighter (from Barbie) by Michael Pollack, Amanda Koci, Madison Love, and Henry Walter

 

You can be a lover or a fighter, whatever you desire.

Life is like a runway, and you’re the designer.

Wings of a butterfly, eyes of a tiger.

Whatever you want, baby, choose your fighter.

 

I know this world can be a little confusing, no walk in the park.

But I can help you solve the riddle: you’re perfect as you are.

 

If you wanna break outta the box, wanna call all-a the shots,

If you wanna be sweet or be soft, then go off!

If you wanna go six inch or flat, wanna wear hot pink or black.

Don’t let nobody tell you you can’t, ‘cause you can!

 

A pretty knight in shinin’ diamonds, a beauty queen in camouflage

Is givin’ thunder and lightnin’ when you give it all you got.

 

You can be a lover or a fighter, whatever you desire.

Whatever you want, baby, choose your fighter.

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