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.

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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 

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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 

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Music and lyrics by Todd Thibaud

Photo of Todd’s recording session by Sean Staples