Morning Glory Choir
Concert Practice Tracks
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.
Red Cave
Yeasayer
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.
Nettles
In the spring the nettles return, gifting love and fiery burn.
In the spring the nettles return, strong medicine to help us learn
Spring sting, pay attention, spring sting, slow down.
Little Bird
Travis Puntarelli
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?
Hot Knife
Fiona Apple
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.
Only in Silence
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light
Only in dying life, bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky
Mother Gone to Glory
I've got a mother gone to glory, I've got a mother gone to glory, look away over yonder on the golden shore.
Away up in heaven, away up in heaven.
I've got a mother gone to glory, look away over yonder on the golden shore.
Willow Bend
Willow bend, willow grow.
Never end, always know.
Jump up and live again,
You are which never ends.
Sztoj pa Moru
A Belarusian Folk Song
Shto ee pa moru, Shto ee pa moru
Shto ee pa moru, moru siniamu
Shto ee pa moru, moru siniamu
Tam plavala, Tam plavala
Tam plavala stada bielikh liebiadzay
Tam plavala stada bielikh liebiadzay
Sa malimy, Sa malimy
Sa malimy lebiadziatami
Sa malimy lebiadziatami
We Shall Be Known
We shall be known by the company we keep, by the ones who circle round to tend these fires.
We shall be known by the ones who sow and reap the seeds of change alive from deep within the earth.
It is time now, it is time now that we thrive, it is time to lead ourselves into the well. It is time now and what a time to be alive, in this great turning we shall learn to lead in love,
In this great turning we shall learn to lead in love.
