 www.melitour.com 2008 Western Turkey 101 Tour Group Journal |
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WE HAD GREAT FUN SINGING THIS SONG (words by Wendy of the September 2008 Western Turkey 101 tour) She’s got the whole land in her hands; She’s got the Black Sea, brother, in her hands; She’s got the Marmara Sea, sister, in her hands; She’s got the Golden Horn in her hands. She’s got the Bosphorus in her hands; She’s got Roman Cistern in her hands; She’s got Blue Mosque splendor in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands. She’s got Aya Sofya in her hands; She’s got the Art Museum in her hands; She’s got the Hippodrome in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands. She’s got the Hittites and the Persians in her hands; She’s got the Greeks and the Romans in her hands; She’s got Ghengis and the Seljuks in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands. She’s got Byzantines and Ottomans in her hands, She’s got Hoca and Rumi in her hands; She’s got nature and humanity in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands. She’s got religion and culture in her hands; She’s got history and politics in her hands; She’s got art appreciation in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands. She’s got the Mother Goddess in her hands; She’s got the Mother Mary in her hands; She’s got the blue eye in her hands; Anatolia’s in her hands.
She’s got vitamin C in her hands; She’s got lemon oil in her hands; She’s got food and transport in her hands; She’s got us all in her hands. We’ve got Underground Cities in our hearts; We’ve got Ancient Monasteries in our hearts; We’ve got fairy chimneys in our hearts; Cappadocia’s in our hearts. We’ve had Galip pottery in our hands; We’ve seen ancient kilims under our feet; We’ve had Kunefe desserts on our tongues; We’ve got Mehlika in our hearts. We’ve got Homestay breakfast in our tums; We’ve got crocheted scarves around our necks; We’ve got Meli’s stories in our ears; We’ve got Mehlika in our hearts! ----------------------------------------------------------- Ode to Hussein (to the same tune) He’s got the whole bus in his hands; He’s got all of us in his hands; He’s got all the baggage in his hands; Hussein’s got our gratitude! Mountains and valleys and cities, too; Hotels and ruins, he gets us through; Dry, or drenched, he smiles at us; Hussein’s got our gratitude! We’ve passed the snacks around the bus; We’ve shared our water without a fuss; Flying carpets have nothing on us; We’ve got Hussein and the Magic Bus!
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