Santa Fe Desert Chorale: North by Ryan O'Neal (Sleeping At Last), arr. by George Chung

Recorded live from the 2023 Summer Festival program: The American Immigrant Experience Michael Jones, tenor Kathlene Ritch, soprano Nathan Salazar, piano Joshua Habermann, Artistic Director Video by: W40th Media We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home We'll tell our stories on these walls Every year, measure how tall And just like a work of art We'll tell our stories on these walls Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine A little broken, a little new We are the impact and the glue Capable more than we know To call this fixer upper home With each year, our color fades Slowly, our paint chips away But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home