Musinique

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away.
They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,Dreaming through the noon and night.
Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,But where could that boy with the horn be, though?With hay in his hair and dreams in his head,Little Boy Blue snores in his straw-filled bed.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away.
They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,Dreaming through the noon and night.
Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,But where could that boy with the horn be, though?With hay in his hair and dreams in his head,Little Boy Blue snores in his straw-filled bed.

All things bright and beautifulAll creatures great and smallAll things wise and wonderfulThe Lord God made them all
Each little flower that opensEach little bird that singsHe made their glowing colorsHe made their tiny wings
The purple-headed mountainThe river running byThe sunset and the morningThat brightens up the sky
The cold wind in the winterThe pleasant summer sunThe ripe fruits in the gardenHe made them every one
He gave us eyes to see themAnd lips that we might tellHow great is God AlmightyWho has made all things well
Each little flower that opensEach little bird that singsHe made their glowing colorsHe made their tiny wings

Old Sultan was faithful and trueBut his teeth were gone, his years were through
The shepherd thought, “Tomorrow he’ll go”But his wife said, “No, let him stay, you know”
Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s served us well, he’s brave and strongOne more chance is all he needsTo prove his worth with loyal deeds
Poor Sultan lay by, feeling sad and lowHe heard the words, he’d have to go
But off he went to his friend, the wolfWith a plan to stay – a clever gulf
The wolf said, “Sultan, here’s what we’ll do—Tomorrow I’ll grab the child from youYou chase me down and play the heroThen your master will love you more than a year ago”
Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s served us well, he’s brave and strongOne more chance is all he needsTo prove his worth with loyal deeds
So the wolf ran off with the child in towSultan chased fast, putting on a show
The shepherd cried, “Sultan, you’re bold and true”And gave him food and a cushion too
The wolf came back, grinning wide“Now let me in to steal some prideJust turn away when I grab a sheep—A little reward for secrets to keep”
But Sultan may be old, with teeth all goneStill, he’ll stay loyal, fierce, and strongWith a wise old bark and a clever planHe won’t betray his master’s hand
So Sultan warned the shepherd in timeAnd the wolf got smacked for his little crime
Now angry and sore, the wolf did declare“I’ll have revenge—this isn’t fair”
The wolf sent a boar to challenge a fightBut Sultan went with his friend, tail high and bright
The cat with her limp and her tail held tallMade the wolf and boar feel two feet small
Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut with friends like this, he’ll fight till dawnFor in his heart, loyal and trueHe stands his ground, like he used to do
The boar ran off with a scratch and a squealAnd the wolf climbed high like a frightened eel
Sultan laughed as he walked awayWith his cat by his side, both bold and brave
Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s fierce, he’s clever, he’s never withdrawnWith his friend, the cat, he’ll face the frayA loyal heart that’ll never stray

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,Dreaming through the noon and night.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,But where could that boy with the horn be, though?With hay in his hair and dreams in his head,
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
 

Joy to the World
 
Joy to the world the Lord is comeLet earth receive her KingLet every heart prepare Him roomAnd heaven and nature singAnd heaven and nature singAnd heaven and heaven and nature sing
Joy to the earth the Savior reignsLet men their songs employWhile fields and floods rocks hills and plainsRepeat the sounding joyRepeat the sounding joyRepeat repeat the sounding joy
No more let sins and sorrows growNor thorns infest the groundHe comes to make His blessings flowFar as the curse is foundFar as the curse is foundFar as far as the curse is found
He rules the world with truth and graceAnd makes the nations proveThe glories of His righteousnessAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders of His loveAnd wonders wonders of His love
 
Newton Willams Brownhttps://music.apple.com/gb/artist/newton-willams-brown/1781653273https://open.spotify.com/artist/7Ec9DTFD4EMsxdpiiGos2p?si=_S4w85ESS02IHZ9F9158RAhttps://newton.musinique.com

Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne
And surely, you will buy your cup And surely, I'll buy mine! We'll take a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne
We two who've paddled in the stream From morning sun 'til night The seas between us roared and swelled Since the days of auld lang syne
For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot For the sake of auld lang syne?
For old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne

 
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTat savitur vareṇyaṁBhargo devasya dhīmahiDhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt
Gayatri, tu prem ki jyotiJyān ka prakāś, ātmā ki roshni
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTere nām se ātmā uddān kare
Tat savitur vareṇyaṁSurya jaisa divya tej
Bhargo devasya dhīmahiJis se buddhi ho nirmal aur gahan
Dhiyo yo naḥ pracodayātMan, buddhi aur chitta ko prakaśit kare
Om bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥTat savitur vareṇyaṁBhargo devasya dhīmahiDhiyo yo naḥ pracodayāt
Om tryambakaṁ yajāmaheSugandhiṁ puṣṭivardhanamUrvārukam iva bandhanānMṛtyor mukṣīya mā'mṛtāt
 
Nik Bear Brownhttps://open.spotify.com/artist/0hSpFCJodAYMP2cWK72zI6?si=9Fx2UusBQHi3tTyVEAoCDQhttps://music.apple.com/us/artist/nik-bear-brown/1779725275https://nikbear.musinique.comhttps://musinique.com
 
 

Good King Wenceslas (Nik Bear Brown)
Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath’ring winter fuel.
“Hither, page, and stand by me, if you know it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me food and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither,You and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together,Through the cold wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather.
“Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger,Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer.”“Mark my footsteps, my good page, tread now in them boldly,You shall find the winter’s rage freeze your blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.Therefore, Christian men, be sure, while God’s gifts possessing,You who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing.Timeless Truths
Through the forest dark they came, where the wind was howling,Faintly glowed the page's flame, fear and doubt embowling."Fear not, lad, for light will show, trust the Lord's great leading,In the act of love, we grow, faith itself is feeding."
At the cottage door they stood, where the frost was biting,Wenceslas brought forth the wood, warmth and hope uniting."Take this food and take this cheer, God has not forsaken,In the chill of winter drear, His love is unshaken."
Homeward went the page and king, hearts aglow with glory,Every step a song to sing, spreading Christmas' story.Thus we learn that giving light, melts the cold and sorrow,Love's own flame can guide the night, brightening the morrow
 

We Three KingsLyrics adapted by Nik Bear Brown
We three kings of Orient are;Bearing gifts we traverse afar,Field and fountain, moor and mountain,Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,Gold I bring to crown him again,King forever, ceasing never,Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I;Incense owns a Deity nigh;Prayer and praising, voices raising,Worshiping God on high.
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfumeBreathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.
From the East, we journey afar,Led by faith and guided by star,Through the desert, hope sustaining,To the child our hearts are reigning.
See the babe in lowly stall,Love’s great gift for one and all.Hope eternal, joy unending,Heaven and Earth in peace descending.
Light eternal, pure and divine,Fills the Earth with holy shine.Kings bow low, and shepherds wonder,God’s great love, a gift of thunder.
O star of wonder, star of light,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect light.

Lift every voice and sing (Newton)