in tentative order
Most Beautiful Sky
by Jennifer Levenhagen
arranged by Annie Zylstra
Most beautiful sky,
I see how you change each day,
And each day remain.
All Ye Singers
arranged by Tina Fillipino
All ye singers and non-singers, come and join your voice with us now
We'll sing some songs, some chants and rounds, and we will have a lot of fun!
We'll sing some harmony together, it always makes us feel much better. You need no tools, just comfy shoes, and drink some water stay on top of hydration.
If you've been told you're singing out of key, then our choir's the place for you to be. We love to sing! So come and join us find out for yourself!
At three locations once a week, come once, come twice, or come to all three! You're welcome in our community!
The Earth Opened in the Spring
A round for spring set to part of the poem "Rising" by Wendell Berry. Composer unknown.
The earth opened in the spring, opens in all springs
Nameless, ancient, many-lived we reach
Through the ages with the seed.
Republic of Georgia
1. Okro mch'edelo, mch'edelo (2x)
chit'is nali mip'ovnia, okro mch'edelo, mch'edelo
erti bari gamik'ete, okro mch'edelo, mch'edelo
(Refrain) hoda, ho... oha-i-ralo, ha...ri, hara-lo, haralo (2x)
Unto This Land
by Helen Yeomans
Unto this land my heart I seal
to always love and cherish as my own.
And through my veins her crystal waters flow
to the ocean of my soul.
Unto this land I shall return
when all my days upon this earth are done.
And in her arms I'll lay my body down
and my heart will find its home.
Drip, drip, drip drippy drippy
Skunks are comin' out, ooooo they're comin' out. Skunks are comin' out to find some food.
I can hear the creek flowin', I can smell the sap boilin', I can feel the sun shinin', drip, drip, drip.
Little bird, little bird, little bird calling x3
Where'm'I gonna lay my head?
In the pine, in the pine, in the pine, soft pine x3
Where'm'I gonna lay my head?
Underneath the pine tree, you can lie here with me. Where'm'I gonna lay my head?
1. If I'm butter if I'm butter, if I'm butter than he's a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinema scope screen showing a dancing bird of paradise.
2. I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife. I'm a hot knife, he's a pad of butter.
When I get a chance I'm gonna show him that he's never gonna need another never need another.
3. You can, you can, you can relax around me.
Chorus: He excites me, must be like the genesis of rhythm. I get feisty, whenever I'm with him.
Moonlight, moonlight, moonlight, moonlight
I went out past the willow and the well,
caught my breath upon the hill at the edge of the domain.
And I went down and further, and when I got up, I'm at the Red Cave,
And without sound as if I had been put under a spell,
she led me to her abode, despite a winter's day.
Mary's house in the hollow of the white hazel rapid whirpool
and the Church of Hurricane.
I'm so blessed to have spent the time with my family and the friends I love in this short life I have met so many people that I deeply care for.
A Russian Sacred Liturgical Hymn
Tibyeh pieyom, Tibya blagoslovim,
Tibya blagodarim, Gospodi.
Ee molim tibyeh Bojenash, Ee molim tibyeh Bojenash,
Ee molim tibyeh Bojenash Gospodi.
Amen, Amen, Amen.
A Ukrainian Celebratory Song
Our Encore! Please tell your family and friends attending to ask us for an encore. If they don't we will self serve!