Songs

I Am So Small
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I first heard this beautiful song sung by Joan Baez as "What You Gonna Call Your Pretty Little Baby." She recorded an awesome version in 1959 on her album Folksingers 'Round Harvard Square. I loved the melody, and wanted to sing and play it. But the words didn't appeal to me. Here they are:
Virgin Mary had a little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
Glory be to the new born King.
"Mary, what'cha gonna name that pretty little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
Glory be to the new born King.
"Mary, what'cha gonna name that pretty little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
Glory be to the new born King.
"Some call Him one thing,
I think I'll call Him Jesus,
Oh, I think I'll call Him Jesus,
Glory be to the new born King.
"Some call Him one thing,
I think I'll call Him 'Manuel,
Oh, I think I'll call Him 'Manuel,
Oh, glory hallelujah
Glory be to the new born King.
Virgin Mary had a little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
Glory be to the new born King.

Last year I added the harmonies and found these lyrics from Rumi, a Persian Sufi poet who lived from 1200 to 1273 C.E. You can find Rumi's poem translated by Coleman Barks in The Essential Rumi. Edison: Castle Books, 1997, page 279.

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--Kay Eskenazi



Gakav Turav
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This score is part of a longer work called "Gakav Turav." I heard it on the album Zulal, the first album by the trio of the same name. Zulal sings breathakingly beautiful, graceful and creative a cappella arrangements of Armenian village music.

If you love a cappella harmony singing and Central European harmonies, you'll love Zulal.

You can purchase Zulal's CDs at www.zulal.org.


The moon descends behind a tree;
The partridge took flight.
When am I to till my fields?
Sleep so sweet beneath a tree...
I fear I will sleep,
Fall into a deep sleep,
And my fields will be left untilled.
The fields, cool with wheat.
The partridge took flight.
When am I to till my fields?
I haven't seen you in days...
I fear I will sleep,
Fall into a deep sleep,
And my fields will be left untilled.
Let's go harvest the fields.
The partridge took flight.
When am I to till my fields?
I want to play with your hair...
I fear I will sleep,
Fall into a deep sleep,
And my fields will be left untilled.
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The folknik song pages are lovingly produced by Barbara Millikan, Kay Eskenazi and John Kelly. Kay Eskenazi produced the song pages for this issue.

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