7-North

[00:26.39] (Sopranos and Altos)

[00:29.14] We will call this place our home

[00:37.89] The dirt in which our roots may grow

[00:45.89] Though the storms will push and pull

[00:53.64] We will call this place our home

[01:00.33] (Tenors join)

[01:01.63] We’ll tell our stories on these walls

[01:07.83] Every year, measure how tall

[01:16.09] And just like a work of art

[01:24.33] We’ll tell our stories on these walls

[01:31.56] (Full choir)

[01:32.58] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind

[01:41.57] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide

[01:49.56] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time

[01:58.31] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine

[02:06.31] A little broken, a little new

[02:13.80] We are the impact and the glue

[02:21.56] Capable of more than we know

[02:29.32] We call this fixer upper home

[02:37.56] With each year, our color fades

[02:45.06] Slowly, our paint chips away

[02:53.31] But we will find the strength

[02:58.80] And the nerve it takes

[03:04.57] To repaint and repaint and repaint every day

[03:21.56] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind

[03:32.31] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide

[03:41.21] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time

[03:49.72] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine

[03:57.22] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind

[04:04.72] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide

[04:12.72] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time

[04:20.62] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine

[04:27.88] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine

[04:36.02] (Solo)

[04:37.12] Smaller than dust on this map

[04:43.78] Lies the greatest thing we have:

[04:53.02] The dirt in which our roots may grow

[05:00.52] And the right to call it home