Song Lyrics and Credits

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1. Packing Her Bag

SONG DESCRIPTION:

A whistle blows as a train leaves Frankfurt, Germany, in October 1941. A teenage Jewish girl on board has quickly gathered her precious possessions into a bag, not knowing what to pack for a destination unknown to her. After a two-day journey, this train would arrive at the Łódź Ghetto in Poland.

Forced to leave her Frankfurt home
She’s summoned to the train
With only hours to pack a bag
No one to explain

How long the trip, the weather there
Belongings she would need
Mother packed some candlesticks
Fresh-baked bread to eat

Yes, she said to ballet shoes
Doubted pas de deux
But left behind her warmest boots
Without the proper clues

Tossed her frayed and favorite dress
No room in her small bags
“Relocating to the east”
She’d soon be wearing rags

She held her piano music sheets
Beethoven and Brahms
Picked her slimmest book of prayers
Not leaving without Psalms

Rainer Maria Rilke’s poems
Goethe for the rail
Not knowing all she’d really need
Were water and a pail

Wrapped in woolen winter skirt
To cover her bare knees
She wore her coat, warm-up suit
Dying by degrees

She buried asthma medicine
Scant supply prescribed
She’d learn to breathe a lethal air
With treatment improvised

In truth she’d need a dose of luck
Skills to measure food
A sleuth to get her a slice of bread
A star that named her Jude

She pressed her life into a satchel
Filled with her precious stuff
But to survive in Ghetto Łódź
Things were not enough

Forced to leave her Frankfurt home
She’s summoned to the train
With only hours to pack a bag
No one to explain

Jude (German): Jew

Music by: Brendan Nolan
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals, guitar, and bodhrán: Brendan Nolan
Fiddle and whistle: Colin Farrell

2. Between the Lines

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Jewish women in ghettos, camps, and resistance movements secretly wrote and performed poetry about their grim circumstances, as well as happier memories of the past and hopes for a future. Since writing was banned by the Nazis, women resorted to creative ways to share their words, including hiding poems in the hems of their dresses.

Women wrote in darkest times
When Nazis censored speech and rhymes
Banished thoughts and youthful dreams
Metered minds and measured schemes

Jewish women left us traces
Fragments of their narrow spaces
Placed their words inside the staves
That contradicted narrow graves

Pen on paper gave life meaning
Snapshots of what souls were gleaning
They measured words, they used their minds
They wrote and read between the lines

They dreamed of living through their fears
Their poems framed the nightmare years
They told the truth of ghetto lives
Of camps where husbands lost their wives

Of Holy Writ and ridicule
Abandonment of Golden Rule
Purges, dirges, sad refrains
Sanctity amidst the stains

Ghetto women told their stories
Echoed simple girlhood glories
They measured words, they used their minds
They wrote and read between the lines

In the camps like pencils broken
Women graphed a life unspoken
Encrypting nouns, inventing verbs
Describing with imperfect words

Shtetl girls in weekday dress
Wore good sides out for Sabbath best
But ghettos fashioned heavy skirts
Worn with worry and alert

In camps two Polish sisters wrote
Their rhyme-and-rhythm’s antidote
Their seamless poems measured stresses
Sewn into the hems of dresses

Memories of sand and sea
In their thoughts they could be free
They measured words, they used their minds
They wrote and read between the lines

Jewish women—teachers, writers
Poets, artists, freedom fighters—
They measured words, they used their minds
They wrote and read between the lines

Shtetl (Yiddish): a small Jewish village in eastern Europe

Music by: Joel Mandelkern
Arranged by: Gustavo Eiriz
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Mella Barnes
Piano: Julian Bond
Guitar: Gustavo Eiriz
Violin: Davey Copeland
Clarinet: Michael Grant
Backing vocals: Michelle Amato

3. Timing Is Everything

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Concealing her Jewish identity, Vladka Meed, a young courier, smuggled children out of the Warsaw Ghetto and provided aid to Jews in hiding. At great risk to herself, she supplied weapons and a map of the Treblinka death camp to fellow members of the resistance movement, who staged the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising of April 1943.

In Warsaw "the little bird”
Learned timing is everything
When to smuggle guns past the wall
When to help the children sing

She knew to bribe the ghetto guards
When to teach youth how to write
When to forge her fate as Vladka
And when to dress dynamite

Her world is a narrow bridge
Crossing on a narrow ridge
She lived days on wit alone
That burns a fire in her bones
(repeat)

She hid the map in her shoes
Sensed when to stay or flee
No time to wait, the hourglass drains
Fighters make their plea

Desperate youth dare to fight
Despair makes them strong
Ghetto nightmares turn to dreams
And silent screams turn to song

Their world is a narrow bridge
Crossing on a narrow ridge
She lived nights on wit alone
That burns a fire in their bones
(repeat)

She wants to see her home once more
Her nest isn’t like it was before

In America Vladka wrote
Courier’s memories in stone
Her spirit rests in teachers’ hearts
Where courage would find a home

Her world is a narrow bridge
Crossing on a narrow ridge
She lived days on wit alone
That burns a fire in her bones
(repeat)

She wants to see her home once more
Her nest isn’t like it was before

Music by: Joel Mandelkern and Justin Chase
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and piano: Justin Chase
Violin: Davey Copeland
Backing vocals: Michelle Amato

4. Bowl of Soup

SONG DESCRIPTION:

In the Warsaw Ghetto, children frequently risked their lives to smuggle food to feed their families, crawling through barbed wire or squeezing through holes in ghetto walls under the eyes of the German authorities. This song was inspired by Mendel Grossman's photograph of a young boy serving soup to his sister in the Łódź Ghetto.

This bowl of soup is dear to her
Death the going price
Potato peels, bones, and broth
Simmered without spice

Peels through guarded ghetto walls
Bones from stolen meat
Heated up, watered down
Barely fit to eat

Brother does the foraging
To feed the four of them
He’s only nine yet hopes to find
An extra root or stem

With a spoon from silver chest
Trace of family’s past
He ladles stock into her bowl
To break the daily fast

On freezing Warsaw Ghetto days
His broth sustains her soul
A brother loses childhood here
It seeps through cracks in bowl

This bowl of soup is dear to her
Death the going price
Potato peels, bones, and broth
Simmered without spice

Music by: Brendan Nolan
Adapted from the song “Twilight” © Ould Segosha Music 2007
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Brendan Nolan
Fiddle: Colin Farrell

5. No Art

SONG DESCRIPTION:

On a teachers’ trip to Auschwitz in 1991, survivor Norbert Wollheim shared his personal struggles and losses as a prisoner at this death camp. His story revealed the complexity of survival, both at that time and after. As we were leaving, he paused at the railroad tracks, and I thought of his pain in recalling those memories.

Pausing near the railroad tracks
Norbert Wollheim on a teachers’ trip
Sits at Auschwitz, looking back
Through his mind pictures whip
Welded by I. G. Farben’s grip
And retells history, details, facts:

Partings, factory metalwork
Hangings, shootings, betrayals, fears
Shadows where the sadists lurk
Barracks, comrades, brothers, peers
Heads held up above the jeers
Birth dates changed as the barracks clerk

The story that he freely gives
Says will and luck are why he lives
Survival is no art

He recalls debarking from the train
When his family arrived
And stands where commands of Cain
Left him forever twice deprived
His wife, his son, just he survived
A daily dose of pain

Ready to depart
This gentle man recounts, relives
And teaches with a stalwart heart

The story that he freely gives
Says will and luck are why he lives
Survival is no art

Music by: Joel Mandelkern
Arranged by: Gustavo Eiriz
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Meghan Hone
Piano: Julian Bond
Violin: Gustavo Eiriz

6. You Never Saw Another Butterfly

SONG DESCRIPTION:

In the ghetto of Theresienstadt, young poet Pavel Friedmann wrote of missing the sight of butterflies, while also giving thanks for the chestnut tree and dandelions he observed. This song is inspired by the mournful yet bright imagery of his poem.

You tell us of the butterfly
Whose yellow dazzled you
Kissed the ghetto world good-bye
The last bright winged one flew

The sun’s tears like your own fears
“Sing against a white stone . . .”*The sun can cry but you must dry
Your tears inside a poem

For seven long weeks you gaze about
For signs of what still lives
Dandelions, white chestnut branches
Reasons for thanks you give

You miss the flight of butterflies
“O happy living things”**
We mourn your own departure there
A poet without wings

Oh, a poet without wings

*Pavel Friedmann, “The Butterfly.”
**Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.”

Music by: Colin Farrell
Arranged by: Brendan Nolan
Adapted from the song “The Mangerton Suite” © 2015 Colin Farrell
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Brendan Nolan
Fiddle and whistle: Colin Farrell

Backing vocals: Michelle Amato

7. The Likeness of a Man

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Hailing from a prominent Swedish family and guided by his grandfather, Raoul Wallenberg was a young businessman and architect who poured his energy and passion into saving the last Jews of Budapest. In 1944 he rescued tens of thousands of Jews by creating safe spaces and forging passports showing the holder was under the protection of the Swedish government.

You always were an archangel on wheels
Honed honesty and love from youthful days
The Swedish diplomat Grandfather feels
That grooming for a higher calling pays

You mobilized your strength from your ideals
You always were an archangel on wheels

In Michigan, architecture appeals
Your public housing projects earn high praise

You mobilized your strength from your ideals
You always were an archangel on wheels

You map your blueprints for life-saving deals
Protecting Jews in houses and railways
For Jews in Budapest your passport seals
Three golden crowns, a Schutzpass boldly says

You mobilized your strength from your ideals
You always were an archangel on wheels

The ledger, tossed in leather case, reveals
The dispatched host who exits in a haze

You mobilized your strength from your ideals
You always were an archangel on wheels

You mobilized your strength from your ideals
You always were an archangel on wheels

Schutzpass (German): Schutz means protection; pass, passport

Music by: Joel Mandelkern and Susan Davis
Arranged by: Justin Chase and George Sumrall
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and piano: Justin Chase
Cello: Elise Jimenez

8. Kissing the Wall

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Belgian priest Father Bruno (born Henri Reynders) saved hundreds of Jewish children by hiding them in convents, monasteries, and homes. Flora Mendelowicz (Singer), who was rescued by Father Bruno, shared her lifelong gratitude and affection for him when serving as my guide at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.

Jack Goldstein boarded the train
To Maaseik, Belgium, northward bound
Under the cloak of Father Bruno
The hide-and-seek that he allowed

Though hiding Jews it was no game now
False IDs, food ration cards
New last names, new religion
With white-robed Jewish boys on guard

Father placed Rachelle Silberman
In Bruges by the North Sea
At the convent of Franciscan sisters
She carried a blue coat she called mon ami

In the steely rows of kneeling stools
The coat it covered cold bare knees
Yet they spoke with light in their eyes
Of “Before the War” —Le Paradis

My parents are coming, my parents are coming
Because of kind Father Reynders
My parents are coming, my parents are here
Because of kind Father Reynders

Flora Mendelowicz of Brussels
Sent by her mother, tended by him
He rode his bike all through the country
Hiding Jewish kids and spinning hymns

Dom dressed the part of several people
His shorn head hidden, a beret he wore
The ration cards fed hundreds of children
Recycled as orphans through convent doors

He had to move Flora again
To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows where she thrived
Thank you to the sisters and to Father Bruno
The Benedictine who saved the hive

Our guide at the museum now, it’s Flora
She points to his name in the Rescuers’ Hall
She says, “He was a saint if there ever was one”
As she bent and kissed the wall

My parents are coming, my parents are coming
Because of kind Father Reynders
My parents are coming, my parents are here
Because of kind Father Reynders.

Abbé Bruno Reynders

Music by: Brendan Nolan
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Brendan Nolan
Fiddle: Colin Farrell
Backing vocals: Michelle Amato

9. Mr. Sugihara’s Eyes

SONG DESCRIPTION:

In the summer of 1940, Japanese diplomat Chiune Sugihara, stationed in Kovno, Lithuania, requested permission to write visas for Jews who wanted to flee Europe with their families. Japan denied his plea, leaving him with a dilemma: obey his government or obey his conscience. Encouraged by his wife, Yukiko, he wrote 2,139 visas, saving thousands of lives.

Mister Sugihara spies
Eyes behind the gate
If Tokyo denies his pleas
Escape may come too late

For Jews the world’s a spinning wheel
From Kovno to Japan
The consul wires his appeal
Tokyo halts his plan

With furrowed brow and sleepless eyes
Whose law should he obey?
His hand can save them with his pen
Not a moment to delay

In school he learned “Do much for others”
His mother was a samurai
Master of eight languages
Makes him the perfect spy

Sugihara and his wife
See these men as brothers
Expecting little in return
Doing much for others

With furrowed brow and sleepless eyes
His conscience he’ll obey
His hand will save them with his pen
Not a moment to delay

Steadied by Yukiko, writing
A visa for each in line
The measure of this man’s reply
Two thousand, one hundred thirty-nine

Two thousand, one hundred thirty-nine

Music by: Dave Curley
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals, guitar, mandolin, and bodhrán: Dave Curley

10. Watching Myself Watch My Son

SONG DESCRIPTION:

From December 1938 until the start of the war, Jewish parents sent ten thousand children through the Kindertransport program to the relative safety of Great Britain. In this song, a Jewish parent in Germany says goodbye to a son boarding a train on his way to live with a family in England. The parent is confronted with a kaleidoscope of emotions after the child’s departure.

I watched myself watch my son
Board a train to England
Cardboard draped round his neck
Identity number written

My hands cradled his bowed head
My mouth asked God to bless him
Keep him close, grant him peace
So far away from Essen

I left him there as we were told
Instructed not to cry
I heard myself say I’d soon come
My lips then said good-bye

I felt my legs walk me away
They took me to our home
The silence of his bedroom
Told me I was alone

The weeks endured, his letter came
He’s well but hoped I’d follow
Our Kinder turned into letters
My heart felt full yet hollow

My eyes reread his words
Lips blessed a distant stranger
Though out of sight I felt a light
That kept him far from danger

I watched myself watch my son
Board a train to England

Music by: Brendan Nolan
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Brendan Nolan

11. I Am That Child

SONG DESCRIPTION:

After leaving Berlin for England via the Kindertransport program, a boy is placed in the home of a loving Quaker couple. He is thankful for their kindness and care, but each night he wonders if he will see his family again.

I am that child, my suitcase stuffed with clothes
Transported from Berlin, my old hometown
I am the Jew the Nazi said he loathes
I rode the rail to live under the Crown

I am that child transplanted to a home
With Quakers kind who often spoke of Thee
New London life meant safety and shalom
Each night I doubted I’d see family

I am that child now called their boy, their lad
By grown-ups “Uncle Jim” and “Auntie Nell”
In me they looked for good instead of bad
They taught me right from wrong and fed me well

I am a man because my parents felt
I could survive where lovingkindness dwelt

Music by: George Sumrall and Penny Walsh
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Jackson Chase
Piano: Justin Chase
Cello: Elise Jimenez

12. Parallel Limbs

SONG DESCRIPTION:

The poet Pavel Friedmann imprisoned in Theresienstadt and the diarist Anne Frank hidden in Amsterdam both beheld chestnut trees and praised the beauty and solace of nature in their writings.

Pavel Friedmann and Anne Frank
Drew comfort from a tree
A private avenue, aligned
Alone, majestic, free

Amsterdam, Theresienstadt
Two loved the sturdy limbs
In simple words they lauded them
And penned their private hymns

Anne’s horse chestnut dressed the yard
In shades of leafy green
Painted birds in bluest skies
Traced what life had been

Enfolding arms of open air
Envisioned, stilled her fear
Solace for the suffering
Dewdrop for the tear

No ghetto hosted butterflies
But Pavel praised the bright
Yellow-fingered dandelions
Climbing branches white

Chestnut shoulders, boyhood spells
Aloft where sentries played
Grateful for familiar things
Fortresses of shade

Amsterdam, Theresienstadt
Two loved the sturdy limbs
In simple words they lauded them
And penned their private hymns

Pavel Friedmann and Anne Frank
Drew comfort from a tree
A private avenue, aligned
Alone, majestic, free

Oh, alone, majestic, free

Music by: Brendan Nolan
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Brendan Nolan
Fiddle and whistle: Colin Farrell

13. Lines in Space

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Child prodigy and devotee of Jules Verne, fourteen-year-old Petr Ginz was forced from his home in Prague to Theresienstadt. Packing his unfinished manuscript and art supplies, Petr made plans to continue his academic studies and artistic endeavors in this ghetto. He inspired other boys to contribute to a secret magazine that he started and edited. In 2000 two Czech astronomers discovered an asteroid that was later named Petrginz in honor of this young man who was fascinated with the cosmos.

Young da Vinci, Petr Ginz
Now called number 446
Leaving Prague on a forced trip
October of ’42

For a train to Theresienstadt
Kept a log as he quietly packed
Ten-kilo limit carefully tracked
Art supplies he’d need

His precious suitcase he hoped to find
Jules Verne favorites left behind
Packed paper and thin leather to bind
With tools to illustrate

Wizards and mountains, his manuscript
Linocut knives for rocket ships
For woodcuts he was well-equipped
To carve calm lines in space

Petr Ginz, an artist, writer
Here became a freedom fighter
He led his peers, these brave young men
With old typewriter, pencils, pen

Linocut knives had schooled his heart
Traveling far through Jules Verne’s art
He drew maps of worlds, Moon Landscape, charts
A private universe left behind

They forged a secret magazine
He loved this world he’d barely seen
Forced on a train he left Terezin
September of ’44

Petr Ginz, 1880 his number
No provisions for food or slumber
Forced on a trip to unfamiliar parts
He’d made his life a work of art

An asteroid named Petrginz
Of bold achievement this name hints
He knew Jules Verne’s space frontiers
Lines in space beyond his years

Asteroid 50413
In orbit a lasting memory
His private universe in poetry
Lines in space, Petr’s spheres

Music by: Joel Mandelkern
Arranged by: Gustavo Eiriz
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Miles Simmons
Violin and guitar: Gustavo Eiriz
Piano: Julian Bond

14. Sutzkever’s Stars

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Avrom Sutzkever was a Yiddish poet who taught in the Vilna Ghetto and later fought as a partisan in the surrounding forest. After the war, he testified as a witness at the Nuremberg trials. He documented his experiences, including the death of his mother and son, through poetry. His poem “Unter dayne vayse shtern” (“Beneath Your White Stars”) was set to music and sung in the ghetto. His poetic images continue to haunt and to inspire.

In the silence of the night
I rise to stanzas of his light
The spine of stars, Orion’s belt
A glowing ring of what he felt

Stars knew Egypt’s famined grain
Like words restored in sheaves again
His fallen star, a newborn child
Would live through him when verse was styled

Avrom waited for a hand
Beneath the pearly stars
To stretch through snowy nights
A shelter from afar

Whitened stars fell into tears
Meter marked his earthly fears
He wished for embryonic times
When stars were watered by his rhyme

From afar he sang of dust
The steady stars a heart could trust
The candles counted heaven’s space
Cantillations at his pace

Avrom waited for God’s hand
To cradle his dark fears
Past Vilna’s frozen rooftops
Searching through the years

Dear Avrom, how your poems imprint
The power of a soul’s lament
Dear Avrom, how your star-tossed lights
Refract your days and haunt my nights

Avrom waited for a hand
Beneath the white stars
To stretch through silent, snowy nights
A shelter from afar

Avrom waited for God’s hand
To cradle his dark fears
Past Vilna’s frozen rooftops
Searching through the years

From afar he sang of dust
The steady stars a heart could trust
The candles counted heaven’s space
Cantillations at his pace

The candles counted heaven’s space
Cantillations at his pace

Music by: Ed Krout and Chris Cortez
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Michelle Amato
Piano: Ed Krout
Guitar: Chris Cortez
Clarinet: Josh Plotner

15. So the World Would Know

SONG DESCRIPTION:

As the head of the Oyneg Shabes group, historian Dr. Emanuel Ringelblum led scholars and volunteers in gathering documents in the Warsaw Ghetto. Their mission: to preserve Jewish culture and accounts of spiritual and armed resistance so the world would know what happened there. After learning the Nazis were sending the Jews of Warsaw to a death camp, Dr. Ringelblum gave the order to start burying the archived documents.

He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews
Their shtetls, stories, songs, and golden dreams
In archives so that we could see the hues
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews

Of ghetto life in Warsaw we have clues
Collected by these young and academes
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews
Of ghetto life in Warsaw we have clues

His Oyneg Shabes group recorded news
Filed crimson-coded papers by the reams
In archives so that we could see the hues
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews

The sea of yellow stars unveiled abuse
The voices of resistance showed brave schemes
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews

To stay or run away he had to choose
He stayed to write their fight against extremes
In archives so that we could see the hues
He wrote their lives so all would know these Jews

When ghetto fighters pieced together cues
They buried evidence beneath the beams
In archives so that we could see the hues
He wrote their lives
He wrote their lives
So all would know these Jews

Music by: Cantor Allan Robuck
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and piano: Cantor Allan Robuck
Violin: Davey Copeland

16. Recounting

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Parents in the Warsaw Ghetto mourned the loss of their children's innocence while trying to provide comfort in the face of dire conditions. Now Jewish parents in America struggle to tell this tragic history, cautiously hoping and praying that these hateful actions will never be repeated.

Parents locked in Warsaw’s cage
When rage of black boots clattered
Tried to tend their girls and boys
The ones who truly mattered

Mothers told the truth to them
Why food supplies ran dry
That mothers had no appetite
Sons knew this was a lie

Crawling through the cracks of wall
Boys smuggled at age six
Breadwinners for the families
Dinner through the bricks

Parents feared their famished girls
Whose waists were growing small
Would never dream a wedding gown
Now shrouded in a shawl

Recounting hate
Dreading fate
When childhood is lost
All pay the mortal cost
The price of hate

Fathers trapped in Warsaw’s maze
When truth was frayed and tattered
Tried to guard their girls and boys
The ones who truly mattered

Mothers weigh with heavy hearts
Bread they must divide
Rationed hopes and promises
To themselves they cried

Recounting hate
Dreading fate
When childhood is lost
All pay the mortal cost
The price of hate

As Jews here in America
We dread what we must tell
To children who are innocent
We serve a slice of hell

We pray it doesn’t happen here
Or start up once again
We guard our words and gauge our tone
As we say Amen

Recounting hate
Breaking fate
When childhood was lost
All paid the heavy cost
The price of hate
(repeat)

We say it couldn’t happen here
Or start up once again
We guard our words and gauge our tone
And pray it’s true, Amen

Music by: Joel Mandelkern
Arranged by: Gustavo Eiriz
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals: Meghan Hone
Piano: Julian Bond
Violin: Davey Copeland

17. Beneath White Stars

SONG DESCRIPTION:

Avrom Sutzkever in Vilna sought strength from God’s hand beneath the stars. Petr Ginz in Theresienstadt tilled ideas that rose like shining stars. Pavel Friedmann and Anne Frank in solitude penned odes praising nature from a distance. And children on journeys alone were guided by the familiar stars above.

From Vilna’s silent, cellared holes
Avrom beckons God’s light hand
To reach beneath His pearly stars
Suspended hope in single strands

Petr tills with intellect
Terezin’s mud-engraven ground
His ideas rise like shining stars
And orbit still, afire, unbound

Pavel Friedmann and Anne Frank
Report their worlds though far apart
He misses yellow butterflies
She yearns for stars she can chart

A child adrift in wartime current
Suitcase packed for journeys far
Precious things, the sole companion
Guided by glimmering stars

Music by: Dave Curley
Lyrics by: Holly Mandelkern

Vocals and guitar: Dave Curley
Fiddle and whistle: Colin Farrell
Backing vocals: Ashley Davis