We are the Young
We are the young, the children of the world
We hold tomorrow in our hands
We are the young, the promise of a brighter
day
The future waits at our command.
Teach us well; teach us how to care,
Give us love, love that we can share
And we’ll walk hand in hand in the light of
the rising sun
We are the young.
We are the young, and so we look to you
To show us how the world should be
We are the young: we trust in your
experience
To help us shape our destiny.
Teach
us well; teach us how to care,
Give us love, love that we can share
And we’ll walk hand in hand in the light of
the rising sun
We are the young.
That day is dawning when we will be grown
We will inherit this world for our own
We are the young, the children of the world
We hold tomorrow in our hands
We are the young, the promise of a brighter
day
The future waits at our command.
Teach us well; teach us how to care,
Give us love, love that we can share
And we’ll walk hand in hand in the light of
the rising sun
We are the young.
We are the young
We are the young.
The
Gift of Today
I feel so lucky when I wake up in the
morning
And the birds are singing, “welcome new
day”
I’m happy when I see the sun is shining
through the window
Beckoning all to come and play.
I thank all those who take such care of me,
Making sure I wrap up warm in the cold
We need to take good care of one another,
helping all of us through, as we grow old.
Celebrate! Celebrate!
Make it a day that we can say:
Celebrate! Celebrate!
Celebrate the gift of today!
I know the world is sad in many places,
People struggling hard just to survive,
Where there is war and hatred I just pray
The hope of reconciliation stays alive
Imagine a world where every man,
woman, child,
Could live their lives not being so fearful
every day
Imagine a time when everybody in
this world
Can wake up ev’ry morning able to say:
Celebrate! Celebrate!
Make it a day that we can say:
Celebrate! Celebrate!
Celebrate the gift of today!
El cumbanchero
A
cumba, cumba, cumba, cumbanchero,
A
bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo sero.
When
in Cuba you can do the cumbanchero, bongo sero
que
seva
Bongo
sero que seva
Hear
all Havana bongos drum,
Bum
bum ba.
See
all Havana guitars strum,
Tum
tum ta.
A
cumba, cumba, cumba, cumbanchero,
A
bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo sero.
When
in Cuba you can do the cumbanchero, bongo sero
que
seva
Bongo
sero que seva
Cumba!
Mi caballo blanco
You are my fine companion,
a stable friend indeed.
We’ll always be together,
me and you my trusty steed.
Mi caballo, mi caballo
galopando va,
Mi caballo, mi caballo
Sevay se va.
Ah-----------mm,
You are my guardian angel
And understand my pain.
You’ll always lift my spirits
As we race across the plain.
And when the gods in heaven
Announce our final ride,
They know that we’ll be ready
Both together side by side.
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