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We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away, we’re walking away from the bullets. Bullets don’t grow in the ground. There is no fruit where the bullet is found. We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away, to where we know that something will grow. This is why we said goodbye to the ones we loved who were found lying still on the ground. We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away…

You know You gotta go. No time to grieve You just gotta leave. Get away from the pain On the move again. You gotta move it To prove it. Prove it To move it. Take the train. Catch a plane. Make the trip In a ship. Take a hike. Ride a bike. Go by car. Going far. Use your feet On the street. Get stuck In a truck. You gotta move it To prove it. Prove it To move it. Then you arrive And you’re alive. Yo...

Today The rain has died My shoes have died The sun has died My coat has died The earth has died Today. One day The rain will flower My shoes will laugh The sun will sing My coat will fly The earth will dance One day.

You can’t do something yesterday. You can’t do something tomorrow. You can only do something now. You can remember something from yesterday. You can plan something for tomorrow. You can only do something now. What you did yesterday can help you choose what to do now. What you did yesterday and what you do now can help you plan what to do tomorrow. But you can only do something now.

My dad is a map: follow this road cross this bridge go round this lake don’t fall down this cliff climb this hill stop and look at this view. Today I’ve got to follow this road cross this bridge go round this lake not fall down this cliff climb this hill stop and look at this view without a map.

The space is a friend. I tell it what hurts. I tell it why I’m not good. The space is a friend. I tell it the bother I’m in. It won’t let me tell lies. The space looks at me. It never says I’m good. It never asks me the kinds of question I don’t know the answer to. The space never shames me. The space never laughs at me. When there is something in my head Making me sad or wild, The space takes it....

This is the newborn child. This is the child just come into the world. Was it born in a hotel suite? Was it born on to the ground and left there As its parents ran from guns and bombs? What shall we do with the newborn child? What shall we make it? A boy or a girl? Shall the child live in the city with the sound of trains, trams, buses and cars? Shall the child live in the country with the sound o...

The Cambridge Navvies with lyrics and melody by Patrick Olsen, Chorus and Harmonies and Score by Bethany Kirby VERSE ONE The Navvies were men who made the canals, For twelve hours a day they’d sweat with their pals, Movin’ twenty tonnes of earth in a barrow up a plank, And leavin’ it all at the top of the bank. VERSE TWO The navvies were men who laid the train tracks, Cutting through hills with a...

A Railway themed soundscape Commissioned by Helen Weinstein and Co Created by the team at Historyworks with Musical Direction by Bethany Kirby and voices by the community choir called the 'Railway Singers' for the Rhythm, Rhymes & Railways project. Recorded and Edited on Sunday 08th October 2017 by Mario Satchwell.

The Cambridge Navvies with lyrics and melody by Patrick Olsen, Chorus and Harmonies and Score by Bethany Kirby VERSE ONE The Navvies were men who made the canals, For twelve hours a day they’d sweat with their pals, Movin’ twenty tonnes of earth in a barrow up a plank, And leavin’ it all at the top of the bank. VERSE TWO The navvies were men who laid the train tracks, Cutting through hills with a...

Performed by our Railway Singers

Michael Rosen's Hand On the Bridge adapted to song by Bethany Kirby Performed by our Railway Singers Hand on the bridge, Feel the rhythm of the train. Hand on the window Feel the rhythm of the rain. Hand on your throat Feel the rhythm of your talk Hand on your leg Feel the rhythm of your walk Hand in the sea Feel the rhythm of the tide Hand on your heart Feel the rhythm inside Hand on the rhythm F...

Performed by our Railway Singers

Performed by our Railway Singers

Performed by our Railway Singers

Michael Rosen's Railway Excursions Song adapted to song by Bethany Kirby Performed by our Railway Singers Chorus 1: A SPEcial CHEAP ExCURsion TRAIN Chorus 2: To WALton-ON-the NAZE and BACK Chorus 1: AUGust EIGHTeen SEVenty SIX Chorus 2: August eighteen seventy-six Chorus 1: Oo-oo-woo Chorus 2: Psssshhhhhtttt Chorus 1: EARly START at TWENty past SIX. Chorus 2: CAMbridge, SHELford, NEXT stop LINton...

Freedom Train: COMPOSED BY ROLLO DILWORTH Commissioned by the Chicago Children’s Choir in celebration of their 50th anniversary, Josephine Lee, Artistic Director

Performed by St Matthews KS2 Pupils

Performed by St Matthews KS2 Pupils

Performed by St Matthews KS2 Pupils

Grass Grows, Years Disappear- based on Michael Rosen's 'Coldham's Common' poem, composed and scored by Bethany Kirby, Produced by Helen Weinstein, Commissioned by Historyworks Lyrics Giant lizards in the sky Wide wings take them high Flapping and stopping, leaving their droppings For millions of years right here The years pass and the grass grows The grass grows over the years disappear And here w...

Giant Lizards in the Sky - based on a poem by Michael Rosen, composed and scored by Bethany Kirby, Produced by Helen Weinstein, Commissioned by Historyworks Giant lizards in the sky Wide wings take them high Flapping and stopping, leaving their droppings The years pass and the grass grows The grass grows over the years disappear Here we are, we stand right her Here we are, we stand right here

Giant Lizards in the Sky - based on a poem by Michael Rosen, composed and scored by Bethany Kirby, Produced by Helen Weinstein, Commissioned by Historyworks Giant lizards in the sky Wide wings take them high Flapping and stopping, leaving their droppings The years pass and the grass grows The grass grows over the years disappear Here we are, we stand right her Here we are, we stand right here

Michael Rosen's Pterosaur Poo poem - adapted to song by Bethany Kirby Pterosaur poo, Pterosaur poo. Thousands found it. Didn’t know what to do! Pterosaur poo, Pterosaur poo, Made of stone. Too hard to chew. Ptesosaur poo, Pterosaur poo. Near to where, the cows go moo. Pterosaur poo. Pterosaur poo. Now it’s ancient. Once it was new. Pterosaur poo. Pterosaur poo. Thousands came. Did they queue? Pter...

The Cambridge Navvies with lyrics and melody by Patrick Olsen, Chorus and Harmonies and Score by Bethany Kirby VERSE ONE The Navvies were men who made the canals, For twelve hours a day they’d sweat with their pals, Movin’ twenty tonnes of earth in a barrow up a plank, And leavin’ it all at the top of the bank. VERSE TWO The navvies were men who laid the train tracks, Cutting through hills with a...