{"componentChunkName":"component---src-templates-blogs-js","path":"/blog/introduction-to-singing/","result":{"data":{"site":{"siteMetadata":{"title":"Serith","description":"Don't ask, I can't remeber why"}},"contentfulPosts":{"id":"6c4d8ebd-cfdb-55fb-84c6-e01c6db4b2a6","title":"Introduction to Singing","body":{"childMarkdownRemark":{"html":"<p>Just want to point out, in no way do I consider myself a singing. I will never be appearing on X-Factor or any of those other talent show.</p>\n<p>When I was in primary school, the whole school would assemble in one of the halls. At the end of these assembles we would unusually sing a song. I have listed the ones that I can remember below with the lyrics.</p>\n<h2>Morning Has Broken</h2>\n<p>Morning has broken, like the first morning.<br />\nBlackbird has spoken, like the first bird.<br />\nPraise for the singing, praise for the morning,<br />\nPraise for them springing fresh from the Word.</p>\n<p>Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.<br />\nLike the first dewfall, on the first grass.<br />\nPraise for the sweetness of the wet garden,<br />\nSprung in completeness where His feet pass.</p>\n<p>Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.<br />\nBorn of the one light Eden saw play.<br />\nPraise with elation, praise every morning;<br />\nGod’s recreation of the new day.</p>\n<p>Morning has broken, like the first morning.<br />\nBlackbird has spoken, like the first bird.<br />\nPraise for the singing, praise for the morning,<br />\nPraise for them springing fresh from the Word.</p>\n<h2>Lord of the Dance</h2>\n<p>I danced in the morning when the world was begun<br />\nI danced in the Moon &#x26; the Stars &#x26; the Sun<br />\nI came down from Heaven &#x26; I danced on Earth<br />\nAt Bethlehem I had my birth:</p>\n<p>Dance then, wherever you may be<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!<br />\n(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)</p>\n<p>I danced for the scribe &#x26; the pharisee<br />\nBut they would not dance &#x26; they wouldn’t follow me<br />\nI danced for fishermen, for James &#x26; John<br />\nThey came with me &#x26; the Dance went on:</p>\n<p>Dance then, wherever you may be<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!<br />\n(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)</p>\n<p>I danced on the Sabbath &#x26; I cured the lame<br />\nThe holy people said it was a shame!<br />\nThey whipped &#x26; they stripped &#x26; they hung me high<br />\nAnd they left me there on a cross to die!</p>\n<p>Dance then, wherever you may be<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!<br />\n(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)</p>\n<p>I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black<br />\nIt’s hard to dance with the devil on your back<br />\nThey buried my body &#x26; they thought I’d gone<br />\nBut I am the Dance &#x26; I still go on!</p>\n<p>Dance then, wherever you may be<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!<br />\n(…lead you all in the Dance, said He!)</p>\n<p>They cut me down and I leapt up high<br />\nI am the Life that’ll never, never die!<br />\nI’ll live in you if you’ll live in Me -<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!</p>\n<p>Dance then, wherever you may be<br />\nI am the Lord of the Dance, said He!<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be<br />\nAnd I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said He!</p>\n<h2>Cauliflowers Fluffy</h2>\n<p>Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green, Strawberries sweeter than any I’ve seen. Beetroot purple and onions white,<br />\nAll grow steadily day and night.<br />\nThe apples are ripe, and the plums are red,<br />\nThe broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed.<br />\nBlackberries are juicy and rhubarb sour, Marrows fatt’ning, hour by hour. Gooseberries hairy and lettuces fat, Radishes round and runner beans flat.<br />\nThe apples are ripe, and the plums are red,<br />\nThe broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed.<br />\nOrangey carrots and turnips cream, Reddening tomatoes that used to be green. Brown potatoes in little heaps,<br />\nDown in the darkness where the celery sleeps.<br />\nThe apples are ripe, and the plums are red,<br />\nThe broadbeans are sleeping in the blankety bed, yeah!</p>\n<h2>He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands</h2>\n<p>He’s got the whole world in his hands,<br />\nHe’s got the whole wide world in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands,<br />\nHe’s got the whole world in his hands.<br />\nHe’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the wind and the rain in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.<br />\nHe’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the sun and the moon in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.<br />\nHe’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got ev’rybody here in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands.<br />\nHe’s got the whole world in his hands,<br />\nHe’s got the whole wide world in his hands, He’s got the whole world in his hands,<br />\nHe’s got the whole world in his hands.<br /></p>\n<h2>Lets Go Fly a Kite</h2>\n<p>With tuppence for paper and strings<br />\nYou can have your own set of wings<br />\nWith your feet on the ground<br />\nYou’re a bird in a flight<br />\nWith your fist holding tight<br />\nTo the string of your kite</p>\n<p>Oh, oh, oh!<br />\nLet’s go fly a kite<br />\nUp to the highest height!<br />\nLet’s go fly a kite and send it soaring<br />\nUp through the atmosphere<br />\nUp where the air is clear<br />\nOh, let’s go fly a kite!</p>\n<p>When you send it flyin’ up there<br />\nAll at once you’re lighter than air<br />\nYou can dance on the breeze<br />\nOver ‘ouses and trees<br />\nWith your first ‘olding tight<br />\nTo the string of your kite</p>\n<p>Oh, oh, oh!<br />\nLet’s go fly a kite<br />\nUp to the highest height!<br />\nLet’s go fly a kite and send it soaring<br />\nUp through the atmosphere<br />\nUp where the air is clear<br />\nLet’s go fly a kite!</p>\n<h2>Did you sing any songs while in school?</h2>","excerpt":"Just want to point out, in no way do I consider myself a singing. 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