Van Dyke Parks
Number Nine
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium
Wir betreten feuertrunken
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt
Come take my hand and we will sing together
Whethеr we stand a land or sea apart
Every whеre a stranger is my neighbor
Every time he's born he cries through my heart
Come strike a sword and shatter it to words n'
Accordees shall gather in the sun
Oh come with my voice and take it as it's offered
Our quartet's where we belong