Earth Song

Frank Ticheli

Sing, be, live, see
This dark stormy hour
The wind, it stirs
The scorched Earth cries out in vain

Oh war and power, you blind and blur
The torn heart cries out in pain

But music and singing have been my refuge
And music and singing shall be my light

A light of song, shining strong
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Through darkness and pain and strife
I'll sing, I'll be, live, see

Moon Vocalise

Evija Skuķe

Moon!

The Moon rode through the night,
I was the Moon’s carriage driver.

The Moon wore a golden coat,
and was draped in a starry cape, he gave me one of silver.

The Moon rolled up to the edge of my bed.
Oh, how the Moon rolled.

God, help me roll the young sleeper in the bed.

Throw me in the air, but not as far as the Moon,
The Moon has sharp horns that will tear off my crown.
A horned Moon rises this morning!

The Moon rose in the barn,
The Sun rose under the barn!
The young lass sleeps in the bed,
The young lad sleeps under the bed!

The Moon rode through the night, he has sharp thorns.
The Moon put on a sparkling coat,
The Moon put on a golden coat.

Mother wanted to beat me, I ran away.
I ran to the bushy oak tree.
A silver river ran past the bushy oak tree

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

with nine branches.

On the ninth branch of the river,
God’s sons were building a sauna,
covering the golden roof beams with golden moss.

The Sun’s daughter went into the sauna
carrying a golden bundle of twigs under her arm,
The Moon threw water onto the hot stones with a silver goblet,
The Stars carried water in diamond cups.
Sweet milk was thrown onto the hot stones,
the bundle of twigs was soaked in wine.

A horned Moon rises this morning…

A horned Moon rises this morning, one boy became a man!