Ballad of A Mother's Heart

And bring her heart to me."

Jose La Villa Tierra

Without another word,

The night was dark, for the

moon was young
And the stars were asleep and
rare;
The clouds were thick, yet
Youth went out
To see his maiden fair.
"Dear One," he pleaded as he
knelt
Before her feet, in tears,
"My love is true; why have
you kept
Me waiting all these years?"
The maiden looked at him
unmoved,

Youth left and went to his

mother dear.
And opened her breast and
took her
heart.
He did not shed a tear!
Then back to his Maiden fair
he ran,
Unmindful of the rain;
But his feet slipped and he fell
down
And loud he groaned with
pain!

It seemed, and whispered low:

Still in his hand he held the

prize

"Persistent Youth, you have to

prove

That would win his Maiden's

hand;

By deeds your love is true."

And he thought of his mother

dear

"There's not a thing I would

not do

So kind, so sweet, so fond.

For you, Beloved," said he.

And then he heard a voice,

"Then go," said she, "to your

mother dear

Not from his lips but all apart:

"Get up," it said; "Were you

hurt, Child?"
It was his mother's heart.

I choose the mountain

And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be
ascending
I choose the mountain

I Choose the mounatain

Howard Simon

The low lands call

I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free
dwelling
Without having to conquer
The massive mountain makes
its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend
I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate
I choose, I choose the
mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plain

Took to arms and shouted bold

Freedom!
I heard it from the huskers neath the
trees
I heard it from the divers of the sea
I heard it from the pounders in the leas
Freedom!
All the people raised the cry
1896 (Cry Freedom) by Aurelio Alvero
The cry awoke Balintawak
And the echoes answered back
Freedom!
All the four winds listened long
To the shrieking of that song.
Freedom!
I heard it from the planters in the vales
I heard it from the traders tying bales
I heard it where the fishers strike their
sails
Freedom!
Every poet struck his lyre
With those burning notes of fire
Freedom!
All the women knelt to pray
In their hearts that frenzied lay
Freedom!
Een the children and the old

Fearing not to bleed or die

Freedom!
Up the mountain, down the plain,
Louder, louder rang the strain
Freedom!
All the tombs of slave and sire
Broke to voice that great desire
Freedom!
I heard it from the makers of the brooms
I heard it from the weavers at their looms
I heard it from the smoking smithy rooms.
Freedom!
From the temples, from the shrines,
From the bosom of the mines
Freedom!
Kris and bolo flashed in light,
Thunder-voices air did smite
Freedom!
Muscles sound and spirit strong

Broke the chains with metal song.

Freedom!
I heard it in the bullets whine and roar
I heard it in the farthest islet shore
I heard it and shall hear it ever more
Freedom!