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		<title>By: slotty</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Actually you need to FACE Bleecker Street with West 4th at your back to get the perspective repreesented on the album cover.]]></description>
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		<title>By: stephenalcorn</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea
Back to the Garden whence we came
Back to the spring of your sweet refrain
“All the way to freedom land…
All the way to freedom land”
Across the skies and back through time
Back to the cradle of humankind

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

She¹s a force of nature, second to none
Earth, wind and fire rolled into one
Rolling thunder across the sky
Sweet Black Angel from on high
Mighty river crisscrossin’ our land
Inviting everyone to stand hand-in-hand
To gather ’round and sing a song
Of hope and redemption–it won¹t be long

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

You can trace her song to the heart of the South
One New Year¹s Eve and the cry from a mouth
Of a big baby girl, strong and sweet
To a tear of joy on a Mama¹s cheek
What¹s in a name? Father Time do tell
So her folks made sure to choose a name well
The name Odetta, once akin to melody,
Foretold a future–a destiny

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

Odetta, she could sing before she could talk
Odetta, she could dance before she could walk
The gift of music flows through her veins
And bursts at the seams like a runaway train
Classically trained right from the start
Along came the music that stole her heart
Music of the people, music of the land
Pure and simple–noble and grand

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

Straight from the “Bam” she moved out to L.A.
Then it was on to the ‘Frisco Bay
She joined a theater, and started to sing
Then picked up a guitar and let it ring
Her Fate was sealed when she was still young
A folk musician she would become
To souls of the past she¹d lend her voice
May their spirits arise–and may they rejoice

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

With an Afro like a halo, she could be seen
All decked out like an African Queen
And just about the time she was being discovered
The glory of her people was recovered
People flocked in to catch the new sound
As it traveled by train from town to town
Guided by a spirit that beamed a light
Black Is Beautiful–Right Is Might

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

Arriving in the Village, she was given the keys
And greeted with bows on bended knees
Within weeks she was proclaimed
The Queen of Folk, and to this day she remains
The Mother Hen of folk musicians
The guardian angel of a sacred tradition
Casting her spell both day and night
Bridging the gap between black and white

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

One fine hour back in ‘63
Odetta sang her famous Freedom Trilogy
By her side stood Martin Luther King
His “I Have A Dream” speech about to take wing
And to the whole world she sang with pride
Of freedom sought and freedom denied
As centuries of trials, troubles and tribulations
Gave rise to the dream of a… United Nation!

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea

Oh Odetta, sing for me
Take me across that deep blue sea
Back to the Garden whence we came
Back to the spring of your sweet refrain
“All the way to freedom land…
All the way to freedom land”
Across the skies and back through time
Back to the cradle of Humankind
…Humankind
…Humankind

And before I¹ll be a slave
I¹ll be buried in my grave.

— “Ode To Odetta”
Words and music by Stephen Alcorn ©2008

We love you, Odetta.

Be better soon!

Stephen and family

The Alcorn Studio &amp; Gallery
112 West Main Street
Cambridge, New York 12816
Telephone: (518) 677-5798
e-mail: stephen.alcorn@verizon.net
http: http://www.alcorngallery.com]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea<br />
Back to the Garden whence we came<br />
Back to the spring of your sweet refrain<br />
“All the way to freedom land…<br />
All the way to freedom land”<br />
Across the skies and back through time<br />
Back to the cradle of humankind</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>She¹s a force of nature, second to none<br />
Earth, wind and fire rolled into one<br />
Rolling thunder across the sky<br />
Sweet Black Angel from on high<br />
Mighty river crisscrossin’ our land<br />
Inviting everyone to stand hand-in-hand<br />
To gather ’round and sing a song<br />
Of hope and redemption–it won¹t be long</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>You can trace her song to the heart of the South<br />
One New Year¹s Eve and the cry from a mouth<br />
Of a big baby girl, strong and sweet<br />
To a tear of joy on a Mama¹s cheek<br />
What¹s in a name? Father Time do tell<br />
So her folks made sure to choose a name well<br />
The name Odetta, once akin to melody,<br />
Foretold a future–a destiny</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>Odetta, she could sing before she could talk<br />
Odetta, she could dance before she could walk<br />
The gift of music flows through her veins<br />
And bursts at the seams like a runaway train<br />
Classically trained right from the start<br />
Along came the music that stole her heart<br />
Music of the people, music of the land<br />
Pure and simple–noble and grand</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>Straight from the “Bam” she moved out to L.A.<br />
Then it was on to the ‘Frisco Bay<br />
She joined a theater, and started to sing<br />
Then picked up a guitar and let it ring<br />
Her Fate was sealed when she was still young<br />
A folk musician she would become<br />
To souls of the past she¹d lend her voice<br />
May their spirits arise–and may they rejoice</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>With an Afro like a halo, she could be seen<br />
All decked out like an African Queen<br />
And just about the time she was being discovered<br />
The glory of her people was recovered<br />
People flocked in to catch the new sound<br />
As it traveled by train from town to town<br />
Guided by a spirit that beamed a light<br />
Black Is Beautiful–Right Is Might</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>Arriving in the Village, she was given the keys<br />
And greeted with bows on bended knees<br />
Within weeks she was proclaimed<br />
The Queen of Folk, and to this day she remains<br />
The Mother Hen of folk musicians<br />
The guardian angel of a sacred tradition<br />
Casting her spell both day and night<br />
Bridging the gap between black and white</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>One fine hour back in ‘63<br />
Odetta sang her famous Freedom Trilogy<br />
By her side stood Martin Luther King<br />
His “I Have A Dream” speech about to take wing<br />
And to the whole world she sang with pride<br />
Of freedom sought and freedom denied<br />
As centuries of trials, troubles and tribulations<br />
Gave rise to the dream of a… United Nation!</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea</p>
<p>Oh Odetta, sing for me<br />
Take me across that deep blue sea<br />
Back to the Garden whence we came<br />
Back to the spring of your sweet refrain<br />
“All the way to freedom land…<br />
All the way to freedom land”<br />
Across the skies and back through time<br />
Back to the cradle of Humankind<br />
…Humankind<br />
…Humankind</p>
<p>And before I¹ll be a slave<br />
I¹ll be buried in my grave.</p>
<p>— “Ode To Odetta”<br />
Words and music by Stephen Alcorn ©2008</p>
<p>We love you, Odetta.</p>
<p>Be better soon!</p>
<p>Stephen and family</p>
<p>The Alcorn Studio &amp; Gallery<br />
112 West Main Street<br />
Cambridge, New York 12816<br />
Telephone: (518) 677-5798<br />
e-mail: <a href="mailto:stephen.alcorn@verizon.net">stephen.alcorn@verizon.net</a><br />
http: <a href="http://www.alcorngallery.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.alcorngallery.com</a></p>
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