The beautiful trumpet version playing in the background was performed the wonderful Scott McCullough.
I recorded the song I composed. I did not sing along because I want to have some
real good singers, (duet, trio, quartet) sing the words. If you feel you are
up to the task, please let me know. If your version of the song makes money,
I will be more than happy to share the profits with you.
I copyrighted the words and music with
the U. S. Copyright office. You are more than welcome to forward this song to
your friends, but as you know with a Copyright, the rights belong to me.
In the youtube video, I played the first
two verses and one refrain. In the other attachment, I included the music on
staff paper. I hope you enjoy. george
February 14, 2014
Property of, composed by and Copyrighted
by George Sarkisian
Dearborn, Michigan 48124
Lets's love God's earth
Let’s love God’s earth and
all His creatures great and small
The beasts, the birds, let’s love
The ones that fly, the ones at sea, treat
them as you would want for thee
I am yearning for the day when all are
REFRAIN: Am I the one who will lead the
Will others join me, say yes not nay
When you become afraid and full of fear,
Use strength from God, for you He’s
The mountain peaks, the air so crisp, the
snow so clear
Their beauty makes you shed a tear
The sun comes up over top each morn, God’s
earth wakes up, a new day born
The call will shout out from the trumpeter’s
The grassy plains, they bow and flow a
The question is: “Who will save?”
Am I the one to lead this quest? Can I
make life the very best?
For those who care there is no time to
Cut down the trees-their life is gone and
what is there?
Tall steel buildings, no soul to bare
Am I the one who looks and sees, I beg
for help on bended knees,
Why can’t they see the beauty in
Our oceans cry for help so they can live
What can I do, their pain to ease?
Why should men be mean and cruel? Why must we always have to rule?
Why don’t they teach us caring at
The moon was reached so very, very long
The 1960s were quite a show
We all have left our memories there to
fade and die and Buzz asks why oh why.
The skies are calling if we only try.
All those in power they steal our sense
And yet our laws scream equality
The wink, the smile, the fake concern,
an honest leader, is what we yearn
When will we have a hero take his turn?
I don’t know life one hundred fifty
years from now
I hope God’s earth survives somehow
We have to look at ourselves and say, it
is up to me to make a better way.
I will fight this battle. I will win this fray.
This God of ours, He loves us this is what
He gave us air, and land, and snow
He gave us everything we need, and yet
we lust for gold and greed
To grow God’s food takes but a little
I wish I had the answer for you my dear
Protect the beasts till my last day ends
I will fight to end this strife-on my last
day, God gives me life.
We must protect the meek as man loves his
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is the property of the George R. Sarkisian. Any reprint or reproduction in whole or in part without the consent of George
R. Sarkisian is strictly prohibited.
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by George Sarkisian.