Our Morven Virtual Choir
Our Morven Virtual Choir

Enjoy some beauty from our first ever COLLINGWOOD VIRTUAL CHOIR! This Senior Level piece performed by 65 students – what an accomplishment for the Concert Choir made up from students in Grades 8 through 12! The lyrics are even more timely considering recent news about Nova Scotia. Those people are on our minds and in our hearts.

We look forward to the end of this pandemic so keenly and will welcome a 'bonny new land'. Things will be different. Things will also feel oddly the same. We are now definitely more alone than ever right now but also more connected in a 'new world' way. What we shape and make of our 'new land' after this pandemic will change yet again in our future. As the writer says; it will just 'roll to the ocean again'.

 

All Too Soon

Traditional Celtic Tune
written by Stephen Hatfield

No one's in doubt that the children singing
All too soon shall be women and men
And the bonny new land
That we shaped with our hand
It'll roll to the ocean again.

No one's in doubt that the tale we're bringing
Can't turn time back to where he was then
For the old ways they change
But the new is so strange
Will it ever be simple again?

No one's in doubt that the children singing
All too soon shall be women and men
And the canny old land
That we never could command
It'll roll to the ocean again.

[song change]

Grampa was in the war, and when he came back to Nova Scotia
He had a bride in tow, who had no English but Yes and No Sir
What made her leave her home to be with someone she hardly knew?
(What would make her leave her home?)
How she must have hated to feel alone, she must have cried when the day was through
(I would hate to feel so alone)

Oh and this was a part of earth
Where you could hold onto one another
This was a line of work
A-where the whole town was like your brother

Ah but now it's getting hard to stay
(Now the children)
The children move to a bigger city
(move away)
And there is really nothing you can say
(There is really nothing)
But what a shame, and what a terribly pity
(That you can say, but)

Haven't got a notion, how to stop the motion, rolling to the ocean, that's the magic potion
(Roll on down the bay)
Haven't got a notion, how to stop the motion, rolling to the ocean, that's the magic potion
(Fundy to Biscay)

They say,
The world is getting smaller every day, oh every day
But to make it pay
Well everybody has to move away, so far away

Haven't got a notion, how to stop the motion, rolling to the ocean, that's the magic potion
(Roll on down the bay)
Haven't got a notion, how to stop the motion, rolling to the ocean, that's the magic potion
(Fundy to Biscay)

You know,
How much a Maritimer hates to go, and isn't it so,
Just how much we owe
(We know how much we owe)
To the land that watched our parents grow
(We love the land that watched our parents grow)
When life was oh, so deep and slow
And hard, but deep, and proud
Was the life we were once allowed,
We knew our soul never could be bowed,
(Never to be bowed)

Dealing with the ocean, when you're Nova Scotian, turns into a sign of family devotion
(You deal with what you know)
Dealing with the ocean, when you're Nova Scotian, turns into a sign of family devotion

Grampa was in the war, and when he came back to Nova Scotia
He had a bride in tow, who had no English but Yes and No Sir
What made her leave her home to be with someone she hardly knew?
(Don't cast me off discourteously)
How she must have hated to feel alone, she must have cried when the day was through
(For I have loved you so long)

[song change]

No one's in doubt that the children singing
All too soon shall be women and men
And the canny old land
That we never could command
It'll roll to the ocean again.