Product Description
Level: Intermediate
Style/Mood: Modern, jazz, pop, syncopated rhythms, but quiet and gentle; bossa nova-esque; the text is a meditation on the circle of life.
Hand claps should be performed by one or two people
Duration ca. 4:40
Words by Joyce Todd McBride:
In the bud, waiting for the flood, New green after rain. We'll be gone when the pines grow tall. This we know, but never learn. Apple, water, angel, bird, and every leaf. These are all things that fall. What will you throw into the sea, from the tallest tree, flying on two feet? There you go, higher than the bird, commes toutes fleurs, all to fall to earth. In the bud, waiting for the bloom. None too late, and none too soon. The wind can take the longest way around. You think you're lost, but you are found. Apple, water....
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