What have we done to you oh Lord? HIV/AIDS The children sleep without food because HIV/AIDS killed their fathers What have we done to you, oh Lord? There are ones who don't listen when the old ones give advice What have we done to you, oh Lord?

Nora, give me back my baby!

[Bhula = celebratory sweeping after a tribal ritual] Celebrate, because we leaving Celebrate, we are going home Our power is our faith Our power is like a lion We are going Let us give them time to have fun to let them have time to dance alone We are leaving Our job is done

Ha—rala—lo, halal me dilis niavo Halal me dilis niavo, harala—lo Ha—ra—la—lo , daubere sop'lis t'avsa, harala lo Daubere sop'lis t'avsa, harala—lo Hara—lalo Haralali, haralalo Hari, ha—ra—lalo Hari ha—rali, ha—rala—lo Ha—rala—lo, kalosats' gavaniaveb, harala lo Kalosats' gavaniaveb, harala—lo Ha—rala—lo, davaqeneb p'uris khvavsa Davaqeneb p'uris khvavsa, harala—lo Hara—lalo Haralali, haralalo Hari, ha—ra—lalo Hari ha—rali, ha—rala—lo O morning breeze! Blow over the threshing floor Blow over the village I will make a lot of bread

Diash darjl imte achad diash darjl imte achad o /Voi darjl, diash darjl Diash darjl imte, achad o/ Lanqavs mikha desa ari Diash darjl imte achad o Nitste achad desa ari Diash darjl imte achad o A mother cries for her daughter Darjl. Where did Darjl go? I thought she was with the other women, but she wasn't. I wonder where she went? She went to the spring, but now she's not there. Mother cries for Darjl.

Oi lei levda, kartlis mindorsa vakesa Sa, oi lei levda, mts'qerebs ugebdit makhesa Sa, oi lei levda, shemogvechia kalai I, oi lei levda, mo da mogvishlis makhesa Sa, oi lei levda, kalo nu gvishli makhesa Sa, oi lei levda, tvaram gagishvebt nats'qensa In the fields of the Kartli valley, someone caught a bird, and put it in a cage A woman came along and set it free again. The man scolded her, saying "Woman, don't do this again!" WHAT DOES THE LAST LINE SAY? Round dance with outer circle going to the right and inner circle to the left.

O ciucciarella / Nun sai quantu t'adoru Le to bellezze / Le to cullane d'oru Ciucciarella inzuccarata Quantu hè longa sta nuttata Fà la ninna fà la nanna U to babbu hè à la campagna Cullà ne vogliu / Quassù per sse cullette Ci sò le capre / Le muvre è le cervette Quassù sò li trè cuniglii Corri tù, sè tù ti piglii Fà la ninna fà la nanna U to babbu hè à la campagna O little one, You don't know how much I love you, Your beauty, Your gold necklaces, Sweet little one. How long this night is! Lullaby, lullaby Your daddy is in the countryside. I want to climb Up there on those hills. There are goats, Wild sheep* and does. Up there are three rabbits. Do run, try to catch them! Lullaby, lullaby, Your daddy is in the countryside.

While walking out one evening in a little Southern town I saw some signs upon a fence and looked them up and down And there among the notices for auctions, sales and cars Was a poster that read "FA-SOL-LA" Folks said that in the morning there would be a special sing For everyone that lived in town, and friends that they might bring The singers each would have a chance to lead their fav'rite tune And they would sing all day up in the hall, with pot-luck lunch at noon And they would sing: FA-LA-SOL And make the heavens ring like they did so long ago Their hearts would fill with joy and love to sing in praise of God above And sing out with a LA-SOL-FA Next morning I went to the hall, and found a vacant chair The singers were assembled sitting in a hollow square A book they called the Sacred Harp was put into my hand The notes were written all in shapes I could not understand But they were FA—, FA-LA-SOL They helped the singers read the music, like so long ago Triangle, circle, diamond, square, those were the notes that they read there, And made them with a LA-SOL-FA An old man rose and walked into the center of the square He called for silence, bowed his head and said a little prayer He thumbed the pages in his book and called a number out And he gave the parts their LA-SOL-FA And they sang FA— SOL— LA—, FA-LA-SOL Their voices joined in harmony, their faces all aglow Each singer was a Child of Grace: soprano, alto, tenor, bass As they sang out their LA-SOL-FA The singing was so sweet and hard it took my breath away I sang along as best I could through all that glorious day From Wondrous Love to Parting Hand we sang them all day long But I do believe that Show'rs of Blessing was my fav'rite song. SOL— FA— LA— He—sends his showers of blessings down, to cheer the plains below He makes the grass, the mountains crown and corn in valleys grow — My friends, if you should ever find this world is not your home You've lost your faith in God or man, and think you're all alone Or else you've met such happiness that music fills your heart Whether you are feeling joy or woe, sing from the Sacred Harp And you just sing (sing): FA-LA-SOL And join the gospel choir that began so long ago In city, town or village square you just might find that anywhere they're singing with a LA-SOL-FA In—city, town or village square you just might find that anywhere they're singing with a LA-SOL-FA!  

We are singing & dancing, going forward Dear lord protect us, we'll persevere & move forward Stay strong, it's gonna be ok, uncle, one day

Warm be the sun that shines upon you Soft be the winds as they breathe on you Smooth be the roads that rise before you Keep you in peace till we meet again. May you have shelter in storm to hide you, May you have stars in the night to guide you May you have ever a friend beside you, Keep you in peace till we meet again. May you not lack for good bread to feed you, May you not lack for good hope to speed you, And for your singing, a heart to heed you, Keep you in peace till we meet again. Warm be the sun that shines upon you Soft be the winds as they breathe on you Smooth be the roads that rise before you Keep you in peace till we meet again. Keep you in peace till we meet again.