Sounds of Home – Band

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the March 9th edition of Sounds of Home!

Maple Sweet

When you see the vapor pillar lick the forest and the sky,
You may know the days of sugar making then are drawing nigh;
Frosty night and sunny day, Make the maple pulses play,
Till congested with its sweetness it delights to bleed away.

Chorus:
Oh! Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble goes the pan,
Furnish sweeter music for the season if you can,
See the golden billows, watch their ebb and flow,
Sweetest joys indeed, we sugar makers know.

When you see the farmer trudging with the dripping buckets home,
You may know the days of sugar making then have fully come;
As the fragrant odors pour through the open kitchen door,
How the eager children rally, ever loudly calling, “More!” Chorus

Do you say you don’t believe it? Take a saucer and a spoon,
Through you’re sourer than a lemon, you’ll be sweeter very soon;
Why, the greenest leaves you see, on the spreading maple tree,
Though they sip and sip all summer, will the autumn beauties be. Chorus

And for home or love, or any kind of sickness, ’tis the thing,
Take in allopathic doses, and repeat it every spring;
Until every one you meet, if at home or on the street,
Will be half a mind to bite you, for you look so very sweet. Chorus

Song: Perrin B. Fiske


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Our upcoming theme is “green”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
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Still have a thought for “band”?  
Send it in and we’ll include it at the beginning of the program.

To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
or send in a written response to be read aloud on the program.

Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, March 15th.

Sounds of Home – Ball

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the March 2nd edition of Sounds of Home!

Wabash Cannonball

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific’s shore,
From the ones we leave behind us to the ones we see once more,
She’s mighty tall and handsome, and quite well known by all,
She’s a modern combination Called the Wabash Cannonball.

Hear the bell and whistle calling, hear the wheels that go “clack, clack,”
Hear the roaring of the engine, as she rolls along the track.
The magic of the railroad wins hearts of one and all,
As we reach our destination on the Wabash Cannonball.

American Folk Song



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Our upcoming theme is “band”

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Send it in and we’ll include it at the beginning of the program.

To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
or send in a written response to be read aloud on the program.

Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, March 8th.

Sounds of Home – Storm

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the February 23rd edition of Sounds of Home!

Windy Old Weather

As we were a-fishin’ off Haisborough light,
Shootin’ and haulin’ and trav’lin’ all night,

Chorus:
It was windy old weather, stormy old weather,
When the wind blows, we all pull together.

We sighted a herring, the king of the sea,
Says, “Now, old skipper, you cannot catch me.”
(Chorus)

We sighted a mackerel with stripes on his back,
“Time now, old skipper, top shift your main tack.”
(Chorus)

We sighted a conger as long as a mile,
“Winds blowing easterly,” he said with a smile.
(Chorus)

We sighted a plaice that had spots on his side,
Says, “Now, old skipper, these seas you won’t ride.”
(Chorus)

I think what these fishes are saying is right,
We’ll haul in our nets and we’ll make for the light.
(Chorus)

Traditional


Like to lend your voice?
Our upcoming theme is “ball”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
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To submit a response, 
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Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, March 1st.

Sounds of Home – Party

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the February 16th edition of Sounds of Home!

Funiculì, Funiculà
(A Merry Life)

Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I! And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh; to pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing,
Some joyous song, some joyous song,
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong! Is far from wrong!
Harken, harken, music sounds a-far!
Harken, harken, with a happy heart!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Joy is everywhere, funiculì, funiculà!

Ah me! ’tis strange that some should take to sighing,
And like it well! And like it well!
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying,
So cannot tell! So cannot tell!
With laugh, with dance and song the day soon passes
Full soon is gone, full soon is gone,
For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses
To call their own! To call their own!
Harken, harken, hark the soft guitar!
Harken, harken, hark the soft guitar!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Hark the soft guitar, funiculì, funiculà!

English Text: Edward Oxenford
Music: Luigi Denza


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Our upcoming theme is “storm”

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Just thought of something for “party”?
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To submit a response, 
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Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, February 22nd.

Sounds of Home – Guide

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the February 9th edition of Sounds of Home!

Lead Me, Guide Me

Refrain:
Lead me, guide me, along the way;
for if you lead me, I cannot stray.
Lord, let me walk each day with thee.
Lead me, O Lord, lead me.

I am weak and I need thy strength and pow’r
to help me over my weakest hour.
Help me through the darkness thy face to see.
Lead me, O Lord, lead me. Refrain

Help me tread in the paths of righteousness,
be my aid when Satan and sin oppress.
I am putting all my trust in thee.
Lead me, O Lord, lead me. Refrain

I am lost if you take your hand from me,
I am blind without thy light to see.
Lord, just always let me thy servant be.
Lead me, O Lord, lead me. Refrain

Text: Doris Akers
Music: Doris Akers


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Our upcoming theme is “party”

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we’re eager to hear from you!

To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
or send in a written response to be read aloud on the program.

Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, February 15th.

Sounds of Home – Shadow

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the February 2nd edition of Sounds of Home!

Walking at Night

Walking at night along the meadow way,
Home from the dance beside my maiden gay,
Walking at night along the meadow way,
Home from the dance beside my maiden gay. Hey!

Chorus:
Sto-do-le, sto-do-le, sto-do-le, pum-pa,
Sto-do-le, pum-pa, sto-do-le, pum-pa,
Sto-do-le, sto-lo-de, sto-do-le, pum-pa,
Sto-do-le, pum-pa, pum, pum, pum.

Nearing the wood, we heard the nightingale;
Sweetly it help’d me tell my begging tale.
Nearing the wood, we heard the nightingale;
Sweetly it help’d me tell my begging tale. Hey! Chorus

Many the stars that brightly shone above,
But none so bright as her one word of love,
Many the stars that brightly shone above,
But none so bright as her one world of love. Hey! Chorus

Czech Folk Song
Translated by A. D. Zanzig


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To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
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Submission deadline is Monday, February 8th.

Sounds of Home – Trip

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the January 26th edition of Sounds of Home!

The Happy Wanderer

I love to go a-wandering along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing, my knapsack on my back.

Valderi, Valdera, Valderi, Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Valderi, Valdera, my knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream that dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me, “Come join my happy song.”

Valderi, Valdera …… come join my happy song.

I wave my hat to all I meet, and they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet from ev’ry greenwood tree.

Valderi, Valera …… from ev’ry greenwood tree.

Oh, may I go a-wandering until the day I die
Oh, may I always laugh and sing beneath God’s clear blue sky.

Valderi, Valdera …… beneath God’s clear blue sky.

Words: Antonia Ridge
Music: Friedrich-Wilhelm Möller


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Our upcoming theme is “shadow”

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Submission deadline is Monday, February 1st.

Sounds of Home – Slide

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the January 19th edition of Sounds of Home!

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When my way grows drear, precious Lord, linger near,
when my life is almost gone,
hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When the darkness appears and the night draws near,
and the day is past and gone,
at the river I stand, guide my feet, hold my hand.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

Text: Thomas A. Dorsey
Music: George N. Allen, adapt. Thomas A. Dorsey
ELW #773


Like to lend your voice?
Our upcoming theme is “trip”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
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To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
or send in a written response to be read aloud on the program.

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Submission deadline is Monday, January 25th.

Sounds of Home – Twelve Again

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the January 12th edition of Sounds of Home!

Evening Star

Evening star up yonder,
Teach me like you to wander
Willing and obediently
The path that God ordained for me!
Evening Star up yonder!

Teach me, gentle flowers,
To wait for springtime showers,
In this winter world to grow,
Green and strong beneath the snow!
Teach me, gentle flowers!

Teach me, lonely heather,
Where songbirds nest together,
Though my life should seem unblest,
To keep a song within my breast!
Teach me, lonely heather!

Mighty ocean, teach me,
To do the task that needs me,
And reflect, as days depart,
Heaven’s peace within my heart!
Mighty ocean, teach me!

Shady lanes, refreshing,
Teach me to be a blessing
To some weary soul each day,
Friends or foes who pass my way!
Shady lanes, refreshing!

Evening sun, descending,
Teach me, when life is ending,
Night shall pass and I, like you,
Shall rise again, where life if new!
Teach me, sun descending!

Text: Chr. Richardt; trans. by S.D. Rodholm
Music: Carl Mortensen


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Our upcoming theme is “slide”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
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To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
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Submission deadline is Monday, January 18th.

Sounds of Home – Twelve

Tuesdays at 2pm
Welcome to the January 4th edition of Sounds of Home!

The Crabfish

There was a little man and he had a little wife
and he loved her as much as he loved his life.

Refrain:
Mash a row dow dow dow diddle all the day,
Mash a row dow dow dow diddle all the day.

One hour in the night, his wife grew sick,
and all that she wanted was a little crab fish…

Then her husband arose and put on his clothes,
and down to the seaside he followed his nose...

“O fisherman. O fisherman, can you tell me,
have you a little crabfish you could sell to me?

“O yes, O yes. I have one, two, and three,
and the best of them I will sell to thee”…

So he caught him and bought him and put him in a dish,
and he said, “Oh wife, put your nose to this“…

Then his wife just to smell him popped up from her clothes,
and the crawfish popped up and grabbed her by the nose…

“Oh help, dear husband; come hither, do you hear?”
But the crabfish had already grabbed him by the ear…

And so my friends, if for a crawfish you thirst;
please try to remember to cook him first...

folk song


Our January 12th theme is “slide”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
we’re eager to hear from you!

To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
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Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, January 11th.