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michel said:*Paul*- your "He Who Would Valiant Be" has got to be nearish the top of my list, as is PHOTOTAKER's Battle Hymn of the republic.
There are few that can carry a candle to "Oh Holy night".. which I adore; much to the cost of my family' sanity...
Frankly, there are too many to mention.
It may not appear to be a song of worship but I've heard it performed at both Mosques and Churches. It's about Bosko Brkic, an Orthodox Christian, and Admira Ismic, a Muslim. They were highschool sweethearts killed during the war in Sarajevo.
The Sarajevo Tango
Somewhere in the East, where freezing winter winds blow
Behind a city wall, they call it Sarajevo
Two lovers wait together before the dawn, behind that city wall
Trapped within the bedlam, this man and woman stand
A Christian boy, a Muslim girl, hiding in the shadows there
He whispers as he caresses her hair
Close your eyes, my darling, dream of days with brighter suns
Where hate will never find us
Close your eyes, my darling, see the sand of distant shores
Where death is far behind us
Close your eyes, my darling, and all the world will disappear
And all your fears will follow
Close your eyes, sweet angel, we'll go on for evermore
And be far away tomorrow
Wait for the night to meet the day, for the light to show our way
For the light of chance to shine on us
Wait till snipers clean their guns, or smile and turn away
Or dream of their own children
Wait for the right moment to come, run like you've never run
Run like the hounds of hell are upon you
Wait, are you afraid?
Well so am I
Take my hand and we'll fly towards some better day
Go now, run, take my hand
We'll go on for evermore
Where hate will never find us
Go now, run, see the sand
Feel the warming of the sun
Where death is far behind us
Somewhere in the East, where warm summer winds blow
Beyond a city wall, they call it Sarajevo
Two lovers lie together in the mud