Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. I keep it staying at home Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling the bell for church, Our little sexton sings. I just wear my wings God preaches, — a noted clergyman, — And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I’m going all along! Poem by Emily Dickinson Music, performance and sound production by Crane Copyright © 2025 Note: I was really inspired by this Emily Dickinson poem. She re-defines the concept of a “religious service” as spiritually connecting to the nature environment in her backyard. My favorite line is the last one... "So instead of getting to heaven at last, I’m going all along!" from the album… “Back To Nature” Emily Dickinson Nature Poems to Music Project https://richardalankriegercrane.bandcamp.com/album/emily-dickinson-nature-poems-to-music-project "An eclectic musical voyage that explores the magical nature poems of Emily Dickinson."

You can’t take it with you when you go You can’t take it with you when you go Some people try but they don’t know… that you You can’t take it with you when you go The Pharaohs thought that they were pretty hip They stuffed their tombs for the “Afterlife Trip” But tomb robbers stole their treasure just for good measure… cause You can’t take it with you when you go The miser never has enough He keeps on hoarding all his stuff But when he’s about to die that’s when he cries You can’t take it with you when you go You can’t take it with you when you go You can’t take it with you when you go Some people try but they don’t know… that you You can’t take it with you when you go lyrics, music and performance by Crane Copyright © 2024 Cover Art by Richard Alan Krieger On BandCamp… You Can​’​t Take It With You When You Go https://richardalankriegercrane.bandcamp.com/track/you-can-t-take-it-with-you-when-you-go

This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea; Where it rose, or whither it rushes, These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales; Merchantmen poise upon horizons, Dip, and vanish with fairy sails. Poem by Emily Dickinson Music by Crane Copyright 2023 Recorded in the frequency of Nature 432 hz. Return To Nature https://richardalankriegercrane.bandcamp.com/album/return-to-nature https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCaEGk_aJU8