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  1. Turning the World
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Sympathetic Vibrations. Covered by David Wilcox.

Lyrics

Turning the World
Rick Drost

Ripples widen in the pool that cradled Every Ancient soul
Catch sunsparks, eucalyptus leaves, and sky;
His bark canoe slides forward as he leans back on his pole
Beneath his breath his Father’s song will rise.
Two Thousand Years away a Gondolier leans on his oar
From turrets, steps, canals and stones
His Father’s Father’s song resounds.

All who pole and all who row
and sing their soul’s song as they go
You can feel them turn the world around

From Towers all around the town
Long shadows as the sun goes down
The vesper bells all hear each other ring;
The organ’s diapason honeying the choir’s eleison
To their Father, as the Congregation sings.
The spirit moves to Minarets
Muezzins chant a call to prayer
The faithful bow in concert on the ground

All who sing and all who ring and all who join in listening
And All who play and all who pray
Will know they move as one, one day
Hear them as they turn the world around

You’re both in bed now, feigning sleep
You’re newlywed, you’re new to fight
You’d floated through all yesterday in bliss
Sharp words both ways cut both ways deep
You hope you’ll make it through the night
Your Father never sang a song for this

Listen for her breathing; Match your drawings-in to hers
If she sleeps then so will you
If not, her hand may yet find yours

Late enemies in Unison
Anemones unfurl
Wave together,,,
Nearer ever…
Hear each other,
You can turn the world.