Pines of Rome

Written March 2020

Respighi created symphonic magic.

As the orchestra opens with a call of victory,

Joyous trumpets rise ecstatic,

Upon listening, we join history.

As the orchestra opens with a call of victory,

A decrescendo introduces a sweet lullaby.

Then, upon listening, we join history,

I wonder what God is doing tonight.

A decrescendo introduces a sweet lullaby.

The world feels gentle, yet romantic and alive.

I wonder what God is doing tonight.

Hope is in the air; it’s melody, divine.

The world feels gentile, yet romantic and alive.

The key changes, my heart begins to question.

Hope is in the air; it’s melody, divine.

A crescendo unlocks the doors to heaven.

The key changes, my heart begins to question.

Oh, the Pines of Rome.

A crescendo unlocks the doors to heaven.

There is joy in my soul.

Oh, the Pines of Rome.

Respighi created symphonic magic.

There is joy in my soul.

Joyous trumpets rise ecstatic.