“No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? At every turn the maples burn, The quail is whistling free, The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs Are dropping for you and me. Ho! hillyho! heigh O! Hillyho! In the clear October morning.” DiesTurnsMorningClearSkyAnd LoveCloudsStreamsHugLife And LoveDroppingOctoberGleamVaporWhistlingMapleQuailsMorning Sky Author:Edmund Clarence Stedman
“Music is like a river or stream that has come down to us through time, bringing nurture to man's soul. From the past masters, this music flowed to my father and through him to me. I want to keep this stream flowing. I don't want it to die. It must spread all over the world.” MenWorldWantSoulPastDiesFatherMastersMusic IsRiversSpreadStreamsNurtureRough Times Author:Ali Akbar Khan