Who Calls?

Solo (High Voice)            "Listen, children, listen, won't you come into the night?

The stars have set their candle gleam, the moon her

lanthorn light.

I'm piping little tunes for you to catch your dancing

feet.

With Many Voices.      There's glory in the heavens, but there's magic in the street.

there's jesting here and carnival:  the cost of a balloon

Is an ancient rhyme said backwards, and a wish upon the moon.

The city walls and city streets! - you shall make of these

As fair a thing as country roads and blossomy apple trees."

Mixed Chorus              

                              Mixed Chorus  

                                            "What watchman calls us in the night, and plays a little tune

That turns our tongues to talking now of April, May, and June?

Who bids us come with nimble feet and snapping finger tips?"

Solo (High voice)                     "I am the Spring, the Spring, the Spring with laughter on my

                                                                                                                   lips."

Frances Clarke