Collaboration Wanted

Dear ChoralNet Members:

I hope all are well. Recently I have re-written the traditional “Banks of the Nile” to make it queer-themed and pertinent to the ongoing psychological war against LGBTQI rights. I have a wav file of the recording and was wondering if anyone in this network would be interested in working on the musical end of the piece, perhaps even adapting into their repertoire. This is a labor of love and I am afraid there is no financial renumeration for this.

The revised lyrics are below and thank you for your consideration in this matter.

Sincerely,
Stephen Mead
https://thestephenmeadchromamuseum.weebly.com/

Banks of the Nile (altered lyrics, potential title: To Be on the Banks of Some Happier Isle

Oh listen! Hear how the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away
We’re ordered down by military and it’s many the weary mile
To join yet one more Army again on the banks of an Historic Nile

Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don’t leave me here to mourn
Don’t make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life
So make me your home, my dearest one, and I will be yours for all time

Oh my Manny, dearest Manny, sure that will never do
The governments’ have ordered slaughter, and we are bound to go
The governments have ordered slaughter and our conscience gives command
so I am bound on oath, my love, to serve in that foreign land
Oh, but I’ll cut out all of my fear and I’ll run away with you
I’ll dress myself in camouflage, and we’ll find our promised Eden too
I’ll stride beneath your banner while fortunate pride it do smile
And we’ll comfort one another on the banks of some happier isle

But you are in a conversion camp and they have bullied you with their prayers
And under the sultry sons of sultans your sweet nature would recoil
Where the tanks do blast and rattle, when the bullets they do fly
And the twisted trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal cries

Oh, cursed be those of such cruelty, that ever their hate began
For they have robbed our countries of many a good human
Yes, they’ve robbed us of our loved ones- why their bodies they still feed the lions –
On the red and bloody deserts which are the banks of their forsaken Nile