Pinwheel of Death

New York Concert Singers


SONGS

Writers William Bolcom, Kenneth Grahame, Joan Morris, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Classical, Holiday, Choral

Recorded 2001

Lyrics NEIGHBORS,
ON THIS FROSTY TIDE,
THE WIND IS BLOWING,
THERE'S SNOW BESIDE.
SO LET US SIT
BY YOUR FIRESIDE,
AND JOY SHALL BE YOURS
IN THE MORNING.

HERE WE STAND
IN COLD AND SLEET,
BLOWING FINGERS
AND STAMPING FEET,
YOU BY THE FIRE
AND WE IN THE STREET,
AND BIDDING YOU JOY
IN THE MORNING.

A STAR FROM AFAR
HAS LED US ON
AND GAVE US LIGHT
BEFORE THE DAWN.
FOR BLISS TOMORROW
AND JOY ANON,
AND JOY
FOR EVERY MORNING.

GOOD JOSEPH
SAW ACROSS THE SNOW
THE STAR
ABOVE THE MANGER LOW.
HE MADE A BED
FOR HIS MARY,
SO THAT JOY
WOULD BE HERS
IN THE MORNING.

AND IN THE STABLE
WHERE THEY DID DWELL,
WHO WERE THE FIRST
TO SING NOEL?
DONKEY AND COW,
FOR IT BEFELL
THAT JOY WOULD BE THEIRS
IN THE MORNING.

SO, NEIGHBORS,
ON THIS FROSTY TIDE,
THE WIND IS BLOWING,
THERE'S SNOW BESIDE.
SO LET US SIT
BY YOUR FIRESIDE,
AND JOY WILL BE YOURS
IN THE MORNING.
Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Choral

Recorded 1990

Lyrics text by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I WANT TO SEE
THE SLIM PALM-TREES,
PULLING AT CLOUDS
WITH LITTLE POINTED FINGERS...
I WANT TO SEE
LITHE NEGRO GIRLS,
ETCHED DARK
AGAINST THE SKY
WHILE SUNSET LINGERS...
I WANT TO HEAR
THE SILENT SANDS,
SINGING TO THE MOON
BEFORE THE SPHINX-STILL FACE...
I WANT TO HEAR
THE CHANTING
AROUND A HEATHEN FIRE
OF A STRANGE BLACK RACE.
I WANT TO BREATHE
THE LOTUS FLOWER,
SIGHING TO THE STARS
WITH TENDRILS
DRINKING AT THE NILE...
I WANT TO FEEL
THE SURGING
OF MY SAD PEOPLES SOUL
HIDDEN
BY A MINSTREL-SMILE.