Lyrics for Canticle of the Turning by Gary Daigle, Rory Cooney & Theresa Donohoo My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great, And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait. You fixed your sight on your servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn, So from east to west shall my name be blest. Could the world be about to turn? My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, and the world is about to turn! Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me, And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be. Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn, You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn. My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, and the world is about to turn! From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne. The hungry poor shall weep no more, for the food they can never earn; There are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn. My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, and the world is about to turn! Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast: God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp. This saving word that out forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound, 'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around. My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, and the world is about to turn! My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, and the world is about to turn!
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Dirait-on Abandon entouré d'abandon, tendresse touchant aux tendresses… C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse se caresse, dirait-on; se caresse en soi-même, par son propre reflet éclairé. Ainsi tu inventes le thème du Narcisse exaucé. Abandon surrounding abandon, Tenderness touching tenderness… Your oneness endlessly Caresses itself, so they say; Self-caressing Through its own clear reflection. Thus you invent the theme of Narcissus fulfilled. -- Rainer Maria Rilke ...one of the troubling aspects of modern life is that attention has been shattered into smaller and smaller pieces. I grew up in the woods of North Carolina, and we had long stretches of uninterrupted--I suppose you'd call it 'boring' time. Time to make long thoughts. And be uninterrupted. -James Taylor Un Canadien Errant
Un Canadien errant, Banni de ses foyers, Parcourait en pleurant Des pays étrangers. Un jour, triste et pensif, Assis au bord des flots, Au courant fugitif Il adressa ces mots: "Si tu vois mon pays, Mon pays malheureux, Va, dis à mes amis Que je me souviens d'eux. "Ô jours si pleins d'appas Vous êtes disparus, Et ma patrie, hélas! Je ne la verrai plus! "Non, mais en expirant, Ô mon cher Canada! Mon regard languissant Vers toi se portera..." Literal English Translation: A wandering Canadian, Banished from his hearths, Traveled , weeping, through foreign countries. One day, sad and pensive, Sitting at the waters' edge, To the fugitive current He said these words: “If you see my country, My unhappy country, Go tell my friends That I remember them. "O days so full of charm[s] You have disappeared, And my fatherland, alas! I will never see it again! "No, but while dying, O my dear Canada! My longing look will go toward you." Traditional
Mary had a baby (My Lord) Mary had a baby (Oh My Lord) Mary had a baby (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Where did she lay him (My Lord) Where did she lay him (Oh My Lord) Where did she lay him (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Laid him in a manger (My Lord) Laid him in a manger (Oh My Lord) Laid him in a manger (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone What did she name him? (My Lord) What did she name him? (Oh My Lord) What did she name him? (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Named him King Jesus (My Lord) Named him King Jesus (Oh My Lord) Named him King Jesus (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Who heard the singing? (My Lord) Who heard the singing? (Oh My Lord) Who heard the singing? (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord) Shepherds heard the singing (Oh My Lord) Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Star keeps shining (My Lord) Star keeps shining (Oh My Lord) Star keeps shining (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Moving in the elements (My Lord) Moving in the elements (Oh My Lord) Moving in the elements (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord) Jesus went to Egypt (Oh My Lord) Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Traveled on a donkey (My Lord) Traveled on a donkey (Oh My Lord) Traveled on a donkey (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Angels went around him (My Lord) Angels went around him (Oh My Lord) Angels went around him (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone For Red Mountain Community School who always has the good sense to take the city bus and to sing whilst doing it! ONE MAN'S HANDS
by Pete Seeger One man's hands can't tear a prison down Two men's hands can't tear a prison down But if two and two and fifty make a million We'll see that day come round We'll see that day come round. One man's eyes can't see the future clear. . . One man's voice can't shout to make them hear. . . One man's strength can't ban the atom bomb. . . One man's strength can't roll the union on. . . Going Home
(Dvořák / Fisher) Going home, going home I'm jus' going home Quiet like, some still day I'm jus' going home It's not far, yes close by Through an open door Work all done, care laid by Going to fear no more Mother's there 'specting me Father's waiting, too Lots of folk gathered there All the friends I knew All the friends I knew I'm going home Nothing lost, all's gain No more fret nor pain No more stumbling on the way No more longing for the day Going to roam no more Morning star lights the way Restless dream all done Shadows gone, break of day Real life's just begun There's no break, aint no end Jus' a livin' on Wide awake with a smile Going on and on Going home, going home I'm jus' going home It's not far, yes close by Through an open door I'm jus' going home Going home, going home |
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