My Grandfather's Hands (MASTER)

On Your Way

Freedom Flies

With their eyes on you all of the time
Is it so odd to think that you are still mine?

With women bowing and men holding doors, 
Is it so odd to think that I am still yours?

Likely could have been any other
Certainly then we wouldn’t be the same

I want to take you the forest pool that reflects the harvest moon
I want to take you to the library and find the quietest room

And read the hidden passage in the ancient rhyming song
And hear the simple message that so many get so wrong

Likely could have been any other
Certainly then we would never be the same

Are these notions, my love,
Anthing to be made of?
I always find my way home to you again.

January 2024

Likely Could Have Been Any Other

This Kiss

This Kiss (Acoustic)

Leon Gray's full collection of Nine Matariki carols, as arranged for SATB Choirs. 

Written for community choirs looking for something that can be prepared without a long rehearsal period, these versions can be integrated into any performance celebrating Matariki, Māori New Year in Aotearoa/New Zealand; the time when the Pleiades constellation, and all it represents, can be seen most vividly in NZ skies. 

While not as challenging as the original SATB concert versions, these works offer great variety and all the colour that each of the nine stars of Matariki represent - tuneful, singable and easy to master. 

Enjoy listening and do not hesitate to get in touch if you and your choir want to sing any or all of them. Head to leongraymusic.com , drop a note in the contact form, and the sheet music is yours for free.

02 Pōhutukawa SATB Carol

Airport

why does it feel I'm breaking wrong
no shaking free, no moving on
I'm still defined by who loves me
who loves me not
and still I signed the dotted line
for what I bought

if I'm imperfect for you
it's still the best that I can do
when will I stop trying 
to be something I'm not
maybe somewhere in between
what we were and what we'll be
I'll learn to love the perfect lesson
that I got

who else to blame, who else to show
I lost my aim, I lost the bow
my head is cruel, my head is mean, my head is full
no one to fool, no one to scream it from my skull

if I'm imperfect for you
it's still the best that I can do
when will I stop trying 
to be something I'm not
maybe somewhere in between
what we are and what will be
I'll learn to love the perfect lesson 
that I got

the second hand is slowing down
there's no more second chances now

I'm not perfect for you
and it's the best that I can do
when will I stop trying 
to see something I'm not
maybe somewhere in between
who we are and who we'll be
I'll learn to love the perfect lesson
that I got
may I love the imperfection 
that I fought

Somewhere In Between

Is a Romantic Ballard, I originally wrote on my upright piano in my five floor walk-up apartment (hence Walk-Up Productions). Makes my think of another writer and recording artist who did some of her song stylings in the same way!  
Imagine a man and woman professional ice skating team outside on a rink during the winter. possibly a park like setting. 

Standing Alone In The Cold

Rose

Time To Come Together Now

Classical accompanist of choirs & performance groups, conductor of musicals & choirs, composer in a variety of classical & pop styles, arranger & editor, theorist, educator & resource developer, regular gigging pianist with jazzy 5-piece.

02 Pōhutukawa SATB Carol

Leon Gray Music

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