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we are standing by the water thanking it
standing by the windows looking out
in our directions
ank you, thank you
Hohou, hohou (Arahapo—thank you)
Yontonwe (Huron—thank you)
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
a er funerals we are saying thank you
a er the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the o cials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you
Hohou, Yontonwe …
ank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
All Of Us
What could be the song?
Where begin again?
Who could meet us there?
Where might we begin?
From the shadows climb,
Rise to sing again;
Where could be the joy?
How do we begin?
Never our despair,
Never the least of us,
Never turn away,
Never hide our face;
Ordinary boy,
Only all of us,
Free us from our fear,
Only all of us.
What could be the song?
Where begin again?
Who could meet us there?
Where might we begin?
From the shadows climb,
Rise to sing again;
Where could be the joy?
How do we begin?
Never our despair,
Never the least of us,
Never turn away,
Never hide your face;
Ordinary boy,
Only all of us,
Free us from our fear.
Only in the Love,
Love that li s us up,
Clear from out the heart
From the mountain’s side,
Come creation come,
Strong as any stream;
How can we let go? How can we forgive?
How can we be dream?
Out of heaven, rain,
Rain to wash us free;
Rivers owing on,
Ever to the sea;
Bind up every wound,
Every cause to grieve;
Always to forgive,
Only to believe.
[Chorale:]
Most noble Light, Creation’s face,
How should we live but joined in you,
Remain within your saving grace
rough all we say and do
And know we are the Love that moves
e sun and all the stars? +
O Love that dwells, O Love that burns
In every human heart.
(Only in the Love, Love that li s us up!)
is evergreen, this heart, this soul,
Now moves us to remake our world,
Reminds us how we are to be
Your people born to dream;
How old this joy, how strong this call,
To sing your radiant care
With every voice, in cloudless hope
Of our belonging here.
Only in the Love …
Only all of us …
(Heaven: Wash me …)
All of us, only all of us.
What could be the song?
Where do we begin?
Only in the Love, Love that li s us up.
All Of Us
All.
Reprise: This Chant of Life (Cattle, Horses, Sky, and Grass)
( is chant of life cannot be heard
It must be felt, there is no word
To sing that could express the true
Signi cance of how we wind
rough all these hoops of Earth and mind
rough horses, cattle, sky and grass
And all these things that sway and pass.)
Yoodle—ooh, yoodle-ooh-hoo, so sings a lone cowboy,
Who with the wild roses wants you to be free.
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