SKU: HL.14030556

ISBN 9780711962279. UPC: 884088432898. 9x12 inches. English.

This Nativity, with its eight delightful new songs, will captivate the hearts of family and friends. It is suitable for school or church, and for mixed ages and abilities. As the Biblical story unfods, Roman soldiers are dutifully carrying out their tasks, many miles from their homeland. Why is everyone so interested in the stable? By the end of the story, the Roman soldiers have also entered the stable and praise the Baby King. Duration: 30 mins. Script available in student book. If you need to license a school/youth theatre performance of this product, please use the online application form.

SKU: CF.CM9575

ISBN 9781491153970. UPC: 680160912476. 6.875 x 10.5 inches. Key: F minor. English. Mei-Li Medvar. Original.

When I found Born on a Fishing Boat in an issue of Poetry While You Wait in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I was immediately struck by Ms. Lius simple, evocative words. While I sat in the cafe on a cold January day waiting for my coffee, I closed my eyes and envisioned what it might be like to lie on my back in a small fishing boat and look up at the stars. I stole the free booklet of poetry and trudged home in the snow, already hearing the piano part in my mind. I would encourage anyone who is interested in learning more about Mei-Li Lius life and work to purchase her book Ten Thousand Miles from Home, published by Dragon Press (ISBN: 9780976137009). I sincerely hope I have honored her art with this setting. Born on a Fishing Boat I was born on fishing boat Lying in basket Ocean tide rocking me to sleep Papa fishing all-day and all-night Mamas washings hanging on line Above my head Misty sea washing my face Northern wind whispering to my ears Angel of sea kissing my forehead Beneath paper moon My little arms out from the cradle Out to the breeze Happy, born on fishing boat By the sea.
When I found aBorn on a Fishing Boata in an issue of Poetry While You WaitA in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I was immediately struck by Ms. Liuas simple, evocative words. While I sat in the cafA(c) on a cold January day waiting for my coffee, I closed my eyes and envisioned what it might be like to lie on my back in a small fishing boat and look up at the stars. I astolea the free booklet of poetry and trudged home in the snow, already hearing the piano part in my mind. I would encourage anyone who is interested in learning more about Mei-Li Liuas life and work to purchase her bookA Ten Thousand Miles from Home, published by Dragon Press (ISBN: 9780976137009). I sincerely hope I have honored her art with this setting. Born on a Fishing Boat I was born on fishing boat Lying in basket Ocean tide rocking me to sleep Papa fishing all-day and all-night Mamaas washings hanging on line Above my head Misty sea washing my face Northern wind whispering to my ears Angel of sea kissing my forehead Beneath paper moon My little arms out from the cradle Out to the breeze Happy, born on fishing boat By the sea.
When I found Born on a Fishing Boat in an issue of Poetry While You Wait in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I was immediately struck by Ms. Liu's simple, evocative words. While I sat in the cafe on a cold January day waiting for my coffee, I closed my eyes and envisioned what it might be like to lie on my back in a small fishing boat and look up at the stars. I stole the free booklet of poetry and trudged home in the snow, already hearing the piano part in my mind. I would encourage anyone who is interested in learning more about Mei-Li Liu's life and work to purchase her book Ten Thousand Miles from Home, published by Dragon Press (ISBN: 9780976137009). I sincerely hope I have honored her art with this setting. Born on a Fishing Boat I was born on fishing boat Lying in basket Ocean tide rocking me to sleep Papa fishing all-day and all-night Mama's washings hanging on line Above my head Misty sea washing my face Northern wind whispering to my ears Angel of sea kissing my forehead Beneath paper moon My little arms out from the cradle Out to the breeze Happy, born on fishing boat By the sea.
When I found Born on a Fishing Boat in an issue of Poetry While You Wait in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I was immediately struck by Ms. Liu's simple, evocative words. While I sat in the cafe on a cold January day waiting for my coffee, I closed my eyes and envisioned what it might be like to lie on my back in a small fishing boat and look up at the stars. I stole the free booklet of poetry and trudged home in the snow, already hearing the piano part in my mind. I would encourage anyone who is interested in learning more about Mei-Li Liu's life and work to purchase her book Ten Thousand Miles from Home, published by Dragon Press (ISBN: 9780976137009). I sincerely hope I have honored her art with this setting. Born on a Fishing Boat I was born on fishing boat Lying in basket Ocean tide rocking me to sleep Papa fishing all-day and all-night Mama's washings hanging on line Above my head Misty sea washing my face Northern wind whispering to my ears Angel of sea kissing my forehead Beneath paper moon My little arms out from the cradle Out to the breeze Happy, born on fishing boat By the sea.
When I found “Born on a Fishing Boat” in an issue of Poetry While You Wait in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I was immediately struck by Ms. Liu’s simple, evocative words. While I sat in the café on a cold January day waiting for my coffee, I closed my eyes and envisioned what it might be like to lie on my back in a small fishing boat and look up at the stars. I “stole” the free booklet of poetry and trudged home in the snow, already hearing the piano part in my mind. I would encourage anyone who is interested in learning more about Mei-Li Liu’s life and work to purchase her book Ten Thousand Miles from Home, published by Dragon Press (ISBN: 9780976137009). I sincerely hope I have honored her art with this setting.Born on a Fishing BoatI was born on fishing boatLying in basketOcean tide rocking me to sleepPapa fishing all-day and all-nightMama’s washings hanging on lineAbove my headMisty sea washing my faceNorthern wind whispering to my earsAngel of sea kissing my foreheadBeneath paper moonMy little arms out from the cradleOut to the breezeHappy, born on fishing boatBy the sea.