Let the Way
Abigail McBride, arr. Pam Blevins Hinkle and Aletha Hinkle
Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Let the way, be open. (Repeat)
Ah, Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way, be open.
Ah, Oh! Sing through my voice!
Ah, Oh! Play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way,
Oh, let the way, be open.
California Dreamin’
John Phillips and Michelle Phillips, arr. Roger Emerson
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.
I’ve been for a walk, on a winter’s day.
I’d be safe and warm, if I was in L.A.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Stopped into a church I passed along the way.
Got down on my knees, and I pretend to pray.
Preacher likes the cold; He knows I’m gonna stay.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Bah, bah, dah bah dah dah bah dah dah.
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.
I’ve been for a walk, on a winter’s day.
If I didn’t tell her I could leave today,
California dreamin’, California dreamin’,
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Ooh! Most Beautiful Sky
Jennifer Levenhagen, arr. Annie Zylstra
Most beautiful sky, I see how you change each day.
And each day remain.
December Moon
Sean Ivory, Words by May Sarton
Before going to bed after a fall of snow
I look out on the field, shining there in the moonlight.
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.
Hours later near dawn, when I look down again,
The whole landscape has changed…criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.
Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound there on the snow-locked ground?
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
Sleeping away the night after a fall of snow.
After a fall of snow.
Oh, Winter
Moira Smiley
Oh, Winter, you make me see my shadow, you make me shiver helplessly.
Oh, Winter, you’ve come again this year, and your cold winds bring a message here.
Oh, Winter, you want us to build fires, you want us all to gather and not forget!
(CHORUS)
Out there in the winter air it is more clear that we can forgive.
That we cannot live without each other all our lives, all our lives
Oh, Father, put on your old wool sweater, and let’s sit together.
Oh, Father, tell me all your stories and draw your beautiful buildings in the air.
Oh, Father, lift up your tenor voice with me in song, with all you hoped for and all you stood for.
(CHORUS)
Oh, Mother, with your heart so tender, let’s walk together.
Oh, Mother, tell me all your stories and plant your garden next to me.
Oh, Mother, I love to watch you smile. I love to hear your laughter, tell me how you survived and how you thrive.
(CHORUS)
The Winter Bird
Meagan Johnson and Tyler Secor, Words by Jones Very
Thou sing’st alone on the bare wintry bough,
As if Spring with its leaves were around thee now;
And its voice that was heard in the laughing rill,
And the breeze as it whispered o’er meadow and hill,
Still fell on thine ear, as it murmured along
To join the sweet tide of thine own gushing song.
Sing on—though its sweetness was lost on the blast,
And the storm has not heeded thy song as it passed,
Yet its music awoke in a heart that was near,
A thought whose remembrance will ever prove dear;
Sing on—though its sweetness was lost on the blast,
And the storm has not heeded thy song as it passed,
Though the brook may be frozen, though silent its voice,
And the gales through the meadows no longer rejoice,
Still I felt, as my ear caught thy glad note of glee,
That my heart in life’s winter might carol like thee.
Crowded Table
Natalie Hemby, Lori McKenna and Brandi Carlile, arr. Andrea Ramsey
You can hold my hand when you need to let go.
I can be a mountain when you’re feeling valley low.
I can be a streetlight, showing you the way home,
If you can hold my hand when you need to let go.
(CHORUS)
I want a house with a crowded table and a place by the fire for everyone.
Let us take on the world while you’re young and able,
And bring us back together when the day is done.
If we want a garden, we’re gonna have to sow the seed,
Plant a little happiness, let the roots run deep.
If it’s love that we give, then it’s love that we reap.
If we want a graden, we’re gonna have to sow the seeds. Yeah!
(CHORUS)
The door is always open, your picture’s on my wall.
Everyone’s a little broken, and everyone belongs!
Yeah, everyone belongs!
(CHORUS)
On the Maidan, On the Market (Ukrainian)
Traditional Ukrainian Folk Song, arr. Roman Surzha
Na majdani, na rynotʃku
On the Maidan, On the Market
Du-tu...
imitating a plucked instrument
Na majdani, na rynotʃku
On the maidan, on the market
Stoyitj sosonka v barvinotʃku
Pine tree hemmed in periwinkle
Kruhom neji obmeteno
Sweeping wind gusts blue braids blowing
Barvinotʃkom opleteno
Pine tree entwined with periwinkle
Kruhom neji obmeteno
Sweeping wind gusts blue braid blowing
Barvinotʃkom oplenteno
Pine tree entwined with periwinkle
Kruhom neji ohni horiatj
Fires are burning all around her,
Kruhom neji divky sydiatj
Girls are sitting all around her.
A-ho-ja-ho! Ohni horiatj
Uh-huh! The lights are on.
A-ho-ja-ho! Divky sydiat
Uh-huh! The girls sit down.
Tudy hlopci zbyralusia
Fine boys used to gather there,
Na med-horilku skladalysia
Collected money for honey vodka.
A toj Vania najbilʃe dav
Vanya gave the greatest vodka
Bo vin Mariju spodobav
Because Maria had his affection.
A-ho-ja-ho! Mariju
Uh-huh! Maria,
A-ho-ja-ho! Spodobav
Uh-huh! He liked her. Winter Song
Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson, arr. C.S. Harrison
This is my winter song to you, the storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea.
My voice a beacon in the night, my words will be your light to carry you to me.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love?
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told.
They say we’re buried far, just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong--inside my arms.
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change and life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light and send it out tonight
So we can start again.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong--inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon; it rolls in from the sea.
My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light to carry you to me.
Is love alive? (Repeats)
Still the Same Love
Michael Bussewitz-Quarm, Words by Euan Tait
Still the dawn, still the same deep winter breathing light.
Still the same love, still the same love as if imagined, incomplete.
Still the dawn, still the same love.
We have a way to go (as if imagined, incomplete).
If we set out on the way of light, we do not stop until we reach its source;
Surely impossible. We do not stop.
The way of light, of light, the way of light, of light.
At the beginning of a healing. (Still the dawn, still the same love)
Yet it is ourselves; at the beginning of a healing; surely impossible.
At the beginning of a healing. (Still the dawn, still the same love)
Still I love! Still I am loved!
Still I love! Still I am loved! I am loved.
Still the dawn, I am loved. Still I love, still I am loved,
I am loved. Still the same love, still the same love, still the same love, same love!
Still the same love, still the same love, still the same love!
Love! Love!
Still, still the same, same deep winter breathing light.
Still the same love. Still, the deep winter breathing.
The Sleepy Song (Cree Lullaby)
Sherryl Sewepagaham
Ya ha yo wey, ya ha, hey yo.
Yo wey yo wey yo wey.
Nipa, nipa, kisa, ki-hi-tin.
Nipa, nipa, kisa, ki-hi-tin, nipa.
Kisa, ki-hi-tin, nipa.
Honor the Dark
Lea Morris
Honor the dark as you do the light.
Receive the gifts that come to us by day and by night.
I choose to honor the dark, uncertainty, and change.
Deliver us from fear until only love remains. (Repeats)
As the butterfly slips free from her dark cocoon.
As the ev’ning sky reveals the light of the moon,
Sometimes fear surrounds us, sometimes there will be pain,
But let the darkness heal you until only love remains.
Honor the dark!
Threads of Joy
Dale Trumbore, Words by Laura Foley
I have noticed joy, how it threads below the darkness.
Have you seen it too? Have you seen it too?
Have you seen it too?
And have you heard it? How it speaks the unspeakable,
The bliss, the bliss, the bliss?
I have noticed joy, how it threads below the darkness.
Have you seen it too? Have you seen it too?
Have you seen it too?
A kind of silence, a light beneath pain.
Have you noticed? It rises like fingers and then—look!
It presses, it presses through!
Light is Returning
Charlie Murphy
Light is returning, even though this is the darkest hour,
No one can hold back the dawn.
Let us keep it burning, let us keep the light of hope alive,
Make safe our journey through the storm.
One planet is turning, circles on its path around the sun,
Earth mother is calling her children home. Let the Way
Abigail McBride, arr. Pam Blevins Hinkle and Aletha Hinkle
Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Let the way, be open. (Repeat)
Ah, Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way, be open.
Ah, Oh! Sing through my voice!
Ah, Oh! Play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way,
Oh, let the way, be open.
Abigail McBride, arr. Pam Blevins Hinkle and Aletha Hinkle
Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Let the way, be open. (Repeat)
Ah, Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way, be open.
Ah, Oh! Sing through my voice!
Ah, Oh! Play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way,
Oh, let the way, be open.
John Phillips and Michelle Phillips, arr. Roger Emerson
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.
I’ve been for a walk, on a winter’s day.
I’d be safe and warm, if I was in L.A.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Stopped into a church I passed along the way.
Got down on my knees, and I pretend to pray.
Preacher likes the cold; He knows I’m gonna stay.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Bah, bah, dah bah dah dah bah dah dah.
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.
I’ve been for a walk, on a winter’s day.
If I didn’t tell her I could leave today,
California dreamin’, California dreamin’,
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day.
Ooh! Most Beautiful Sky
Jennifer Levenhagen, arr. Annie Zylstra
Most beautiful sky, I see how you change each day.
And each day remain.
Sean Ivory, Words by May Sarton
Before going to bed after a fall of snow
I look out on the field, shining there in the moonlight.
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.
Hours later near dawn, when I look down again,
The whole landscape has changed…criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.
Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound there on the snow-locked ground?
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
Sleeping away the night after a fall of snow.
After a fall of snow.
Moira Smiley
Oh, Winter, you make me see my shadow, you make me shiver helplessly.
Oh, Winter, you’ve come again this year, and your cold winds bring a message here.
Oh, Winter, you want us to build fires, you want us all to gather and not forget!
(CHORUS)
Out there in the winter air it is more clear that we can forgive.
That we cannot live without each other all our lives, all our lives
Oh, Father, put on your old wool sweater, and let’s sit together.
Oh, Father, tell me all your stories and draw your beautiful buildings in the air.
Oh, Father, lift up your tenor voice with me in song, with all you hoped for and all you stood for.
(CHORUS)
Oh, Mother, with your heart so tender, let’s walk together.
Oh, Mother, tell me all your stories and plant your garden next to me.
Oh, Mother, I love to watch you smile. I love to hear your laughter, tell me how you survived and how you thrive.
(CHORUS)
Meagan Johnson and Tyler Secor, Words by Jones Very
Thou sing’st alone on the bare wintry bough,
As if Spring with its leaves were around thee now;
And its voice that was heard in the laughing rill,
And the breeze as it whispered o’er meadow and hill,
Still fell on thine ear, as it murmured along
To join the sweet tide of thine own gushing song.
Sing on—though its sweetness was lost on the blast,
And the storm has not heeded thy song as it passed,
Yet its music awoke in a heart that was near,
A thought whose remembrance will ever prove dear;
Sing on—though its sweetness was lost on the blast,
And the storm has not heeded thy song as it passed,
Though the brook may be frozen, though silent its voice,
And the gales through the meadows no longer rejoice,
Still I felt, as my ear caught thy glad note of glee,
That my heart in life’s winter might carol like thee.
Natalie Hemby, Lori McKenna and Brandi Carlile, arr. Andrea Ramsey
You can hold my hand when you need to let go.
I can be a mountain when you’re feeling valley low.
I can be a streetlight, showing you the way home,
If you can hold my hand when you need to let go.
(CHORUS)
I want a house with a crowded table and a place by the fire for everyone.
Let us take on the world while you’re young and able,
And bring us back together when the day is done.
If we want a garden, we’re gonna have to sow the seed,
Plant a little happiness, let the roots run deep.
If it’s love that we give, then it’s love that we reap.
If we want a graden, we’re gonna have to sow the seeds. Yeah!
(CHORUS)
The door is always open, your picture’s on my wall.
Everyone’s a little broken, and everyone belongs!
Yeah, everyone belongs!
(CHORUS)
Traditional Ukrainian Folk Song, arr. Roman Surzha
Na majdani, na rynotʃku
On the Maidan, On the Market
Du-tu...
imitating a plucked instrument
Na majdani, na rynotʃku
On the maidan, on the market
Stoyitj sosonka v barvinotʃku
Pine tree hemmed in periwinkle
Kruhom neji obmeteno
Sweeping wind gusts blue braids blowing
Barvinotʃkom opleteno
Pine tree entwined with periwinkle
Kruhom neji obmeteno
Sweeping wind gusts blue braid blowing
Barvinotʃkom oplenteno
Pine tree entwined with periwinkle
Kruhom neji ohni horiatj
Fires are burning all around her,
Kruhom neji divky sydiatj
Girls are sitting all around her.
A-ho-ja-ho! Ohni horiatj
Uh-huh! The lights are on.
A-ho-ja-ho! Divky sydiat
Uh-huh! The girls sit down.
Tudy hlopci zbyralusia
Fine boys used to gather there,
Na med-horilku skladalysia
Collected money for honey vodka.
A toj Vania najbilʃe dav
Vanya gave the greatest vodka
Bo vin Mariju spodobav
Because Maria had his affection.
A-ho-ja-ho! Mariju
Uh-huh! Maria,
A-ho-ja-ho! Spodobav
Uh-huh! He liked her. Winter Song
Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson, arr. C.S. Harrison
This is my winter song to you, the storm is coming soon, it rolls in from the sea.
My voice a beacon in the night, my words will be your light to carry you to me.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love?
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow, or so I have been told.
They say we’re buried far, just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong--inside my arms.
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change and life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light and send it out tonight
So we can start again.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
'Cause you're not where you belong--inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon; it rolls in from the sea.
My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light to carry you to me.
Is love alive? (Repeats)
Michael Bussewitz-Quarm, Words by Euan Tait
Still the dawn, still the same deep winter breathing light.
Still the same love, still the same love as if imagined, incomplete.
Still the dawn, still the same love.
We have a way to go (as if imagined, incomplete).
If we set out on the way of light, we do not stop until we reach its source;
Surely impossible. We do not stop.
The way of light, of light, the way of light, of light.
At the beginning of a healing. (Still the dawn, still the same love)
Yet it is ourselves; at the beginning of a healing; surely impossible.
At the beginning of a healing. (Still the dawn, still the same love)
Still I love! Still I am loved!
Still I love! Still I am loved! I am loved.
Still the dawn, I am loved. Still I love, still I am loved,
I am loved. Still the same love, still the same love, still the same love, same love!
Still the same love, still the same love, still the same love!
Love! Love!
Still, still the same, same deep winter breathing light.
Still the same love. Still, the deep winter breathing.
Sherryl Sewepagaham
Ya ha yo wey, ya ha, hey yo.
Yo wey yo wey yo wey.
Nipa, nipa, kisa, ki-hi-tin.
Nipa, nipa, kisa, ki-hi-tin, nipa.
Kisa, ki-hi-tin, nipa.
Lea Morris
Honor the dark as you do the light.
Receive the gifts that come to us by day and by night.
I choose to honor the dark, uncertainty, and change.
Deliver us from fear until only love remains. (Repeats)
As the butterfly slips free from her dark cocoon.
As the ev’ning sky reveals the light of the moon,
Sometimes fear surrounds us, sometimes there will be pain,
But let the darkness heal you until only love remains.
Honor the dark!
Dale Trumbore, Words by Laura Foley
I have noticed joy, how it threads below the darkness.
Have you seen it too? Have you seen it too?
Have you seen it too?
And have you heard it? How it speaks the unspeakable,
The bliss, the bliss, the bliss?
I have noticed joy, how it threads below the darkness.
Have you seen it too? Have you seen it too?
Have you seen it too?
A kind of silence, a light beneath pain.
Have you noticed? It rises like fingers and then—look!
It presses, it presses through!
Charlie Murphy
Light is returning, even though this is the darkest hour,
No one can hold back the dawn.
Let us keep it burning, let us keep the light of hope alive,
Make safe our journey through the storm.
One planet is turning, circles on its path around the sun,
Earth mother is calling her children home. Let the Way
Abigail McBride, arr. Pam Blevins Hinkle and Aletha Hinkle
Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Let the way, be open. (Repeat)
Ah, Sing through my voice, play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way, be open.
Ah, Oh! Sing through my voice!
Ah, Oh! Play through my hands,
Oh, let the way, oh, let the way,
Oh, let the way, be open.
