I wrote the words and melody to this song a few months ago. The music director at Henry Ford Community College (Kevin
Dewey) put me in touch with a wonderful music arranger named Jeremy Palmer. Jeremy and I have been working for
the past month to put the accompaniment to the melody. Jeremy is a wonderful piano player and did a wonderful job.
This is an MP3 version played electronically with an English Horn playing the melody. An English horn is somewhat
bigger than an oboe. You may recall that our fabulous Vicki Becker played the oboe at Edsel.
Jeremy and I will be recording
a more complete version next week.
Our good friend and classmate, Scott McCullough, provided me with a beautiful trumpet version and wrote the tune
on staff paper for me.
I wrote 10 verses to the poem/lyrics. We only recorded 4.
All use the same music except the refrain for the last verse. It has a different ending.
Next week, Jeremy is going
to record this in such a way that if you want to sing along and provide your own singing or musical version you may do so.
This electronic music stuff has endless possibilities. Beethoven would have been overwhelmed.
You should be able to open the MP3 attachment on your computer.
Property of, composed by and Copyrighted by George Sarkisian
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 them all,
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 free.
REFRAIN: Am I the one who will lead the way?
Will others join me, say yes not
When you become afraid and full of fear,
Use strength from God, for you He’s always
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 horn.
The grassy plains, they bow and flow a gentle wave
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 rest.
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 the trees?
Our oceans cry for help so they can live and breathe
What can I do, their pain to ease?
should men be mean and cruel? Why must we always have to rule?
Why don’t they teach us caring
at our school?
The moon was reached so very, very long ago
1960s were quite a show
We all have left our memories there to fade and die and Buzz asks why oh why.
skies are calling if we only try.
those in power they steal our sense of dignity
And yet our laws scream equality
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
We have to look at ourselves and say, it is up to me to make a better way.
will fight this battle. I will win this fray.
This God of ours, He loves us this
is what I know
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 seed.
I wish I had the answer for you my dear friends
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 wife.