Judith Songtext
von Piers Faccini

Sunrise up, the Muezzin call
Some to prayer and some to toil
Some fight for love and some for gold
In Córdoba our story′s told

Round valleys ringed by mountains bare
In fig and lemon scented air
There winds al-wādī al-kabīr
That now we call Guadalquivir

Here's Judith on the road
With fresh fruit from the groves
Where all prayers are granted under arches
Horseshoe and arabesque

She walks along the mountain pass
Where Berber soldiers block the path
They greet, "As-salamu alaikum"
She peels an orange just for him


And in his mouth the nectar sings
For now this gift her fortune brings
But gone the old ways that she knows
The mournful call of exile blows

Here′s Judith on the road
Her story left untold
Her tender smile was perfume to the sunlight
A ghazal of snow white rose

Praise be to the sky, spread out like a bed
Blessed all who love and lovers all blessed
Lapis Indigo and Sapphires blue
People of the book, Al Andaluz

So the books decreed
Hope must sow its seed
That saplings and their roots
Grow and bear their fruit of divine sweetness
To feed us in our weakness now

Nine hundred ninety years old
Judith and the orange grove told