Star Calls

The singers call and beckon; Songs in glistening streams, Songs like silver fingers How high I cannot reckon, But reaching mine, it seems, Draw me higher, further; Long their music lingers From my infant dreams.

Here I am a stranger; Here I have no place. I would know a brother; I would be a ranger Of song-sown fields of space; There among the singers I may find another, Truer, finer race.

—Text and music by Faith Bowman