Works in alphabetical order

CORO AUSTRAL

Águas de março
(Waters of March)

It’s stick, it’s stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s a bit of stump, it’s a little alone
It’s a shard of glass, it’s life, it’s the Sun
It’s the night, it’s the death, it’s the noose, it’s the hooked-Moon
It’s smart big field, it’s the knot who started the wood
Dirty, fire lit mood, it’s the Matinta Pereira
It’s windblown wood, tumbling down the trail
It’s a deep mystery, whether you wish or wail
It’s the wind winding, it’s the end of the stair
It’s the beam, it’s the span, feast at rooftop’s fair
It’s the rain raining, it’s the riverbank’s chatter
Of the march’s waters, it’s the end of the matter
It’s the foot, it’s the ground, it’s my steady pace
Birdie in the hand, sling’s resting place
It’s a flier in the sky, it’s a flier on the ground
It’s a brook, it’s a spring, it’s a piece of bread found
It’s the bottom of the well, it’s the end of the road
On the face, the disgrace, it’s a little alone
It’s a streak, it’s a nail, it’s a tip, it’s a spot
It’s a drop dropping, it’s a bill, it’s a plot
It’s a fish, it’s a gesture, it’s silver gleaming so bright
It’s the morning light, it’s the brick coming into sight
It’s the firewood, it’s the day, it’s the end of the line
It’s the jug of cane, the shard on the incline
It’s the house project, it’s the body in bed
It’s the stalled car, it’s the mud, it’s the mud
It’s a step, it’s a bridge, it’s a toad, it’s a frog
It’s a patch of brush, in the morning’s soft fog

It’s the March waters closing out the summer’s span
It’s the promise of life in your heart’s plan

It’s a snake, it’s a stick, it’s John, it’s Joseph
It’s a thorn in the hand, it’s a cut’s cleft
It’s the March waters …..
It’s stick, it’s stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s a bit of stump, it’s a little alone
It’s a step, it’s a bridge, it’s a toad, it’s a frog
It’s a beautiful horizon, it’s a feverish slog
It’s the March waters …..
Pau, edra, im, inho, esto, oco, ouco, inho, aco
Idro, ida, ol, oite, orte, aço, zol
It’s the March waters …..

Ave Maria
(Hail Mary)

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners, now
and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

Balada de la Luna, Luna
(Ballad of the Moon, Moon)

The moon came to the forge
wearing a bustle of nards (aromatic flower).
The boy looks and looks.
The boy is looking hard.
The rider was drawing closer
beating the drum of the plain.
In the forge the child
has his eyes shut tight.
Bronze and dream, the gypsies
cross the olive grove.
Their heads held high,
their eyes half open.
In the forge the gypsies
Wept and cried aloud
The wind is watching, watching.
The wind watched all night long.
— Excerpt Romance de la luna, luna, Translated by Will Kirkland & Christopher Maurer Adapted by Margot McLaughlin

Besame Mucho
(Kiss Me With Passion)

Kiss me now, kiss me with passion
kiss me as if this were to be our very last night.
Kiss me now, kiss me with passion
Fearing tomorrow I’ll lose you past dawn’s early light.

I want to hold you so closely,
look into your eyes to find
you mirroring me.
I’m sure dawn will find me lonely
cast away so far behind
where you then will be.

Kiss me now, kiss me with passion
kiss me as if this were to be our very last night.
Kiss me now, kiss me with passion
Fearing tomorrow I’ll lose you past dawn’s early light.

Dulce embeleso
(Sweet Fascination/Enchantment)

The kiss from your tempting mouth
That you gave me, drunk with illusion,
I keep it like an inspiring flame
In the depths of my poor heart.

It seems as though I still feel that same kiss
Echoing in my moments of reverie,
And the memory of that sweet enchantment
Today fills my life with regret.

El cant dels ocells
(Song of the Birds)

Seeing the rise of the brightest light,
in the most elated night:
The birds, singing, go to celebrate,
with delicate voices.

The linnet was singing: Oh! How beautiful
and lovely is the child of Mary!
And the merry thrush replies:
Death is defeated; my life is born.

Jubilate Deo
(Rejoice in the Lord)

Rejoice in the Lord, all the earth;
Serve the Lord with gladness.
Come into his presence
With rejoicing,
for the Lord himself is God.

Los cien enamorados
(De Profundis)

The one hundred lovers
sleep forever
under the dry earth.
Andalucía has
long red roads.
Córdoba, green olive trees
where a hundred crosses
will help remember them.
The one hundred lovers
sleep forever.
— Translation – Robert Nasatir

Pater Noster
(Our Father)

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For yours is the kingdom, and the power
and the glory, for ever.
Amen.

The Way Old Friends Do

You and I can share the silence,
Finding comfort together the way old friends do.
And after fights and words of violence,
We make up with each other the way old friends do.

Times of joy and times of sorrow.
We will always see it through
And I don’t care what comes tomorrow.
We can face it together the way old friends do.

Versa Est in Luctum
(My harp is tuned to grieving)
My harp is tuned to grieving
and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
Spare me, O Lord,
for my days are as nothing.
— Job 30:31, 7:16

The Wollemi Pine
There’s a tree that’s so rare
Grows deep in the gorges out there
Deep in my heart I will sing of the Wollemi pine.
No preaching words, no angry tones,
The Wollemi stands all alone
One hundred million years of passing time.

Oh Wollemi, Wollemi, Wollemi
Look around you
Keep your eyes open,
or look about you

The trees in the Wollemi band
Come from Gondwana Land
Where the orphan lands of the south were all in one.
She’s the mother of my song:
Gondwana you are strong
Here before the dreaming of the dream had yet begun.

Oh Wollemi, Wollemi, Wollemi …

The only clue to your tale
Were some leaf prints in the shale
And we thought you’d come and gone long years ago.
Suddenly what do I see?
But a living tree,
Where the mountain waters pure and sweet do flow.

Oh Wollemi, Wollemi, Wollemi

Wombats
Wombats live underground.
We walk above and never find out
What they are up to down there.

Wombats can’t see very well
But they’re not going anywhere
Night and day they mostly stay inside their lair.

Wombat hoarders repel all borders
Underground they make no sound
But in the open air they let you know they’re there
Take care nose hair.

Wombats move slowly, they never strain
They gather all they need and never complain.
Don’t work to hard, that’s a fool’s game
Take life so easy, always breezy
Then we’ll make Australia great again.

Wombats live underground
We know that they don’t give a damn
What we are up to up here.

Ya rab al salaam/
Shalom Aleichem
(O Lord of Peace /
Peace be upon you)

Lamentation (Hebrew)

Peace be to you, O ministering angels,
messengers of the Most High, Majesty of majesties,
Holy One of Blessing.

Enter in peace, O messengers of peace,
angels of the Most High, Majesty of majesties,
Holy One of Blessing.

Bless me with peace, O messengers of peace,
angels of the Most High, Majesty of majesties,
Holy One of Blessing.

Depart in peace, O messengers of peace,
angels of the Most High, Majesty of majesties,
Holy One of Blessing.
— Translation: Judy Campbell

O Lord of peace, shower us with peace;
O Lord of peace, fill our hearts with peace.
— Translation: Ayse Goknur Shanal

Lamentation (Hebrew & Greek)