Santa Fe Desert Chorale: North by Ryan O'Neal (Sleeping At Last), arr. by George Chung

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  • Опубліковано 2 лис 2023
  • Recorded live from the 2023 Summer Festival program: The American Immigrant Experience
    Michael Jones, tenor
    Kathlene Ritch, soprano
    Nathan Salazar, piano
    Joshua Habermann, Artistic Director
    Video by: W40th Media
    We will call this place our home
    The dirt in which our roots may grow
    Though the storms will push and pull
    We will call this place our home
    We'll tell our stories on these walls
    Every year, measure how tall
    And just like a work of art
    We'll tell our stories on these walls
    Let the years we're here be kind, be kind
    Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide
    Settle our bones like wood over time, over time
    Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine
    A little broken, a little new
    We are the impact and the glue
    Capable more than we know
    To call this fixer upper home
    With each year, our color fades
    Slowly, our paint chips away
    But we will find the strength
    And the nerve it takes
    To repaint and repaint and repaint every day
    Let the years we're here be kind, be kind
    Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide
    Settle our bones like wood over time, over time
    Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine
    Let the years we're here be kind, be kind
    Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide
    Settle our bones like wood over time, over time
    Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine
    Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine
    Smaller than dust on this map
    Lies the greatest thing we have
    The dirt in which our roots may grow
    And the right to call it home

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