[male
vocals] (
Bright
uilleann
pipes
soar
over
a
steady
bodhran
beat)
Oh,
hear
the
music
rise
on
the
morning
breeze
Gather
round,
children,
listen
to
the
trees
Today
is
a
day
for
the
light
of
the
sun
For
Neneh
Seesay,
the
celebration
has
begun
Eleven
summers
turned,
eleven
winters
passed
Like
the
seasons
rolling,
moving
ever
fast
Neneh
stands
tall,
with
a
spirit
so
bright
A
beacon
of
joy
in
the
fading
night
From
the
green
rolling
hills
to
the
edge
of
the
shore
We
open
the
gates
and
we
open
the
door
To
honor
the
heart
of
a
girl
so
kind
A
treasure
of
spirit,
a
gem
of
a
find
Oh,
Neneh,
Neneh,
the
laughter
is
yours
Like
the
tide
that
rises
on
emerald
shores
Eleven
years
blooming,
eleven
years
gold
With
a
story
of
magic
that’
s
yet
to
be
told
So
raise
up
your
glasses,
let
the
melody
play
For
it’
s
Neneh
Seesay’
s
most
wonderful
day
She
walks
with
a
step
that
is
light
on
the
ground
With
grace
in
her
motion
and
joy
in
the
sound
Of
the
songs
that
we
sing
and
the
stories
we
weave
With
the
dreams
in
her
pocket,
the
stars
in
her
sleeve
There’
s
wisdom
in
eyes
that
are
clear
as
the
dew
In
everything
honest,
in
everything
true
So
let
the
drums
beat
and
the
pipes
take
the
lead
For
this
is
the
harvest,
the
fruit
and
the
seed
Oh,
Neneh,
Neneh,
the
laughter
is
yours
Like
the
tide
that
rises
on
emerald
shores
Eleven
years
blooming,
eleven
years
gold
With
a
story
of
magic
that’
s
yet
to
be
told
So
raise
up
your
glasses,
let
the
melody
play
For
it’
s
Neneh
Seesay’
s
most
wonderful
day
May
the
road
rise
to
meet
you,
may
the
wind
be
your
friend
May
the
happiness
found
here
never
reach
an
end
From
the
hearth
to
the
mountain,
the
blessing
is
sent
For
a
soul
so
radiant,
with
talent
well
spent
Eleven
candles
glowing,
eleven
bright
sparks
Chasing
the
shadows,
illuminating
the
darks
Oh,
Neneh,
Neneh,
the
laughter
is
yours
Like
the
tide
that
rises
on
emerald
shores
Eleven
years
blooming,
eleven
years
gold
With
a
story
of
magic
that’
s
yet
to
be
told
So
raise
up
your
glasses,
let
the
melody
play
For
it’
s
Neneh
Seesay’
s
most
wonderful
day
Happy
birthday,
Neneh
Let
the
pipes
carry
your
name
to
the
sky
Eleven
years,
and
the
future
is
wide
Singing
loud,
singing
true
This
day
belongs
to
you
Happy
birthday,
Neneh
Let
the
pipes
carry
your
name
to
the
sky
Eleven
years,
and
the
future
is
wide
Singing
loud,
singing
true
This
day
belongs
to
you (
Fade
out
with
a
jubilant
tin
whistle
flourish)