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Strike Sound
Mike O’Connor, November 1998 ©

When November’s dreary days are done,
The year’s short race will soon be run,
We will gather under starlit skies
And to the heavens our voices rise:
Strike sound! Strike sound!
Let heaven and earth resound,
And we’ll crown with cheer
The fleeting year,
So let us all strike sound.
It echoes clear across the town,
The harbour, and the fields around.
The joy of our December song
Will touch the heart of old and young:
Strike sound…
And as we join in harmony,
Let each and every one agree
To lay old grievances aside.
In friendship’s name let each reply:
Strike sound…
From window and from open door
They listen still and ask for more.
Those words held true in olden days
Still true today and so we raise:
Strike sound…
If all the world would pause to hear

Strike sound! Strike sound!
Let heaven and earth resound,
And we’ll crown with cheer
The fleeting year,
So let us all strike sound.

Strike sound! Strike sound!
Let heaven and earth resound,
And we’ll crown with cheer
The fleeting year,
So let us all strike sound.

Patience Young sings this.