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Water
03:11
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Moses struck the rock
He struck the rock with his staff
And he drew water.
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water.
Miracle upon miracles,
Amen, selah!
Who's that child dressed in white?
God's gonna trouble the water.
It must be the children of the Israelite
God's gonna trouble the water.
And Moses brought a kid
And made him taste honey from the rock
And his voice became like a brook
As clear and as pure as water.
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water
God's gonna trouble the water—Selah!
Who's that child dressed in red?
God's gonna trouble the water—Selah!
Must be the children that Moses led!
God's gonna trouble the water.
Miracle upon miracles,
Amen, selah!
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Train
05:38
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When the train comes along, Lord
Gonna meet you at the station
When the train comes along.
A railroad train—a new one—has become Time,
Which carries passengers, both poor and rich.
Run, see this wonder—but all this in your mind
Because this is a parable regarding you.
We sit in the train cars—
The locomotive is Time.
It carries millions of people,
And it runs as if on coal, struggling…
When the train comes along etc..
Each train is a second
Each station is a generation
Each platform is an hour
Each train is a year.
The ticket that you hold in your wallet—
This is your fate, your itinerary,
Your destination, and in which class.
This is determined by God, the train director.
When the train comes along etc..
At the train stations, they ring a little bell.
The conductors jump off.
The passengers run, each one with his luggage.
Many come on and many get off.
And if they tell you to get off, don’t negotiate.
Even though you are not a very old man.
Your ticket has expired, and you cry, for nothing.
So has decided God, the train director.
When the train comes along etc..
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Horses
07:04
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Hayda liu-liu, little one
Hayda liu-linku
Hayda liu-liu, beautiful one
Hayda liu-linku.
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Paints and bays,
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horses.
Hayda liu-liu, little one
Hayda liu-linku
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby.
The father’s in the forest, my child
He’ll bring you a little bird
A little bird, my child
Hayda liu-liu, little one
Hayda liu-linku
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby.
Way down yonder in the meadow
There's a poor little lambie
Butterflies round his eyes
Poor thing's crying for his mammy.
The father’s in the field, my child
He’ll bring you a little flower
A little flower, my child
Hayda liu-liu, little one
Hayda liu-linku
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, my little baby.
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Lift
04:24
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Lift ev'ry voice and sing, till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmony of liberty.
Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies
Let it resound, loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
Believe!
Believe that night will vanish
And the clouds will drift away—
And—blue!
Once again the skies will be blue
With new stars and new suns
And there will be new roses
And new flowers
And Spring will bring new fragrance—
And brilliant colors and song
Will rise above our graves!
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won.
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Stranger
04:01
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What is the meaning of the rain?
What does it teach me?
Down the windowpane
The drops roll down like dismal tears.
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
What is the meaning of my life?
What does it teach me?
To decay, to wither in its youth,
To grow old before its time.
To “eat days” and swallow tears,
To sleep upon my hard fist…
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.
To die here in this world,
Waiting for The World to Come...
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Rosie
02:40
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Be my woman, girl, I’ll be your man
Ev’ry Sunday dollar in your hand.
Keep your promise, girl, that you made me
Won’t got married till I go free.
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Open
02:31
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I open my mouth unto the Lord, and I won’t turn back
I will go, I shall go, to see what the end is going to be.
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Adapted from “Rockin’ in Jerusalem”, African American spiritual and “Av HaRachamim” from the Torah Service by A. Dunajewski
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Anthony Mordechai Tzvi Russell Atlanta, Georgia
Ten years after making his professional debut in the world premiere of Philip Glass's opera Appomattox, Anthony Russell is now a vocalist, composer and arranger specializing in Yiddish art and folk song.
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