Lyrics

Quieting
(lyrics for a classical art song)

In the fold of night I hide,
Like a child, nuzzling my head
Into the sleeve of my mother’s robe
And breathe the scent of
Powder and paleness.

Is this the smell of delicacy?
Of being a shadow
In one’s own dreams?

My belly aflutter, I comfort myself,
Shielding my eyes from all uncertain lights.

(c) 2008 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

Black Nile
(lyrics for Wayne Shorter’s jazz standard)

Dance with your heart untied,
Feel the river’s love, Dear,
With her there’s nothing to hide.

‘Cause soon, when the twilight ends,
When the moon awakes, Dear,
Day dreams will say Amen.

Delight, Black Nile, brew love ’til the river sighs,
Become, Black Nile, give in ’til she says goodnight.

Leave fear on the desert sand,
Let the river flow, Dear,
Make love, it’s her command.

(c) 2010 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

Footprints
(lyrics for Wayne Shorter’s jazz standard)

Hunting a secret, I’m following these footprints,
With hope as my fire, I’m stumbling through the jungle,
Following these footprints,
Sunrise might save me, but light might burn my eyes.

Who is the dealer in life’s wild game of fortune?
A devil? A savior? A joker at the table, playing with our yearnings?
Roars from the shadows bring fears I’ve gotta deny.

Tell me some stories of those who’ve gone before me,
Of travelers and dreamers, of those who’ve found some glory, Following these footprints.
Lions aren’t tame here, this wild — I might not survive.

Hunting a secret, I’m following these footprints,
With hope as my fire, I’m stumbling through the jungle,
Following these footprints,
Sunrise might save me, but light might burn my eyes.

(c) 2010 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

Equinox
(lyrics for John Coltrane’s jazz standard arranged as a spiritual)

The feeling, oh, the feeling,
Of spirit is healing,
One Life, one Love, ain’t nothing but Spirit here.

The feeling, oh, the feeling,
Of loving is healing,
One Life, one Love, ain’t nothing but Spirit here.

When I was afraid to feel,
I didn’t know if I could know it.
I didn’t know if it was just my mind,
Rolling, strolling, unfolding the stories I told myself.

The stories grew, until I didn’t know fiction from the truth.

And so I cried, shouted! Raged, thundered!
Prayed, wondered why God wouldn’t save me
From the pain I was in,
Brought me to my knees,
Had to begin again.

Gave up my stories,
To let the light of love flow through me.

The feeling, oh, the feeling,
Of loving is healing,
One Light, one Love, ain’t nothing but Spirit here.

(c) 2014 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

My Love Has Gone to the Mountains 
(lyrics sung to the tune of the Turkish folk song “Sari Gelin”)

White reeds and willows breathe
The wandering mists of solitude,
The wandering mists of sorrow.

In this valley I stand alone,
Alone, wishing for the tears to let you go,
But you’ve gone to the mountains
And dried the waters of my heart.

White reeds and willows breathe,
The wandering mists of solitude,
The mists of sorrow.

Do not wait for me, my love!
Do not heed my aching heart.
I’ll find a paradise of my own,
Like you found yours.
Oh, cruel one!
Away from the waters of you.

Away from the waters of paradise,
Away from the waters of home,
Away from the waters of you.

Breathe the mists of solitude,
Breathe the mists of sorrow.

Breaths of silk that never settle,
On the waters of paradise,
On the waters of home,
On the waters of you.

(c) 2014 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

The Willow Whispers, Me
(lyrics for an original song/lullaby written by Lynea)
 
When I was young,
There was a willow
That grew strong beside the lake,
Where I would sit
And feel his roots beneath my legs.

I never knew
That such a quiet willow tree
Could give me peace,
Each time I went,
He whispered willow things to me.

And when he fell,
I swore I’d never
Love a tree like that again,
And so I walked
For years through forests,
Never hearing my old friend.

But then one day,
I felt a breeze and heard
A whisper by my ear,
Was it my tree?
I listened close,
And here is what he said to me:

You are strength,
You are peace,
You are love,
You are me,

You are strength,
You are peace,
You are love,
You are me.

When I was old,
I closed my eyes
And peacefully began to sleep.

When I woke up,
My hands were leaves,
My legs were roots,
And a child sat down . . .

To play with me.

(c) 2015 Lynea Diaz-Hagan.

 

The lyrics on this page are the original work of Lynea Diaz-Hagan and are provided here solely as examples of her work. These lyrics may not be distributed, reproduced, performed, or recorded or used in any other manner without her written consent. All rights reserved.