New Music by Todd Thibaud

Singer and songwriter Todd Thibaud, Artist-in-Residence from 2021-2022, has released two new songs inspired by Mount Auburn. Listen and read descriptions of the songs here: https://bit.ly/3MUPTZ9.
Louisa May
Louisa May, are you with me today I was sure I felt your hand in mine You were a rose yet to bloom, taken too soon And left me a prisoner of time Louisa May, give me a sign There’s a void in my heart where your laughter would play You would dance through this house and I’d be carried away By the song of your voice; your grace and your light Oh, what I would give for them now Louisa May, are you with me today I was sure I felt your hand in mine You were a rose yet to bloom, taken too soon And left me a prisoner of time Louisa May, give me a sign There are ways that a man might turn from his grief I have done what I can, but found little relief In the hands of my God, I stand on my faith And pray that I’ll see you again Louisa May, are you with me today I was sure I felt your hand in mine You were a rose yet to bloom, taken too soon And left me a prisoner of time Louisa May, give me a sign Farewell, farewell my darling child Farewell, farewell to thee How blessed was I to dream a while In the light thou shone on me Yesterday’s rain has finally passed The sky is as blue as the church’s stained glass I stand in the Dell with these words in my heart Waiting to give them away Louisa May, are you with me today I was sure I felt your hand in mine You were a rose yet to bloom, taken too soon And left me a prisoner of time Louisa May, give me a sign Louisa May, give me a sign
Sweet Auburn
Under blue September skies In the Dell their voices rise 2,000 souls resound With a song of hope unbound I was born of ice and sand Sculpted by God’s hand For this moment it would seem Ten thousand years I dreamed Sweet Auburn, they call to me Hearts broken, they come to me Arms open, I will comfort thee ‘till dust is dust no more For the hero and the mild For the poet and the child All found peace within these hills Where their angels guard them still Sweet Auburn, they call to me Hearts broken, they come to me Arms open, I will comfort thee ‘till dust is dust no more A thrush on Creeley’s stone Sings her morning song alone Beneath these breathing trees For the fallen and the free And for every wandering soul There is beauty to behold I am waiting here for you Any winding path will do Sweet Auburn, they call to me Hearts broken, they come to me Arms open, I will comfort thee ‘till dust is dust no more Arms open, I will comfort thee ‘till dust is dust no more ‘till dust is dust no more
Music and lyrics by Todd Thibaud
Photo of Todd’s recording session by Sean Staples
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