Welcome to Rue D’Awakening,

Street where all is verité,

Much to do at Rue D’Awakening,

Place where life comes into play,

Here’s the deal: We will keep it real,

Our play so redolent of farms,

You want culture? We’ve got agriculture!

Breathing all its fragrant charms,

And we promise a hymn to the soil,

And to all of our blood, sweat and tears,

And all our toil,

We’ll tell true at the Rue D’Awakening. . .

So what’s new at Rue D’Awakening?

Is there danger in events?

What’s come due at Rue D’Awakening?

And what is the consequence?

All we know is what we’ve often learned:

Awakenings are sometimes rude,

How time flies, and you realize

Life is trying to intrude,

So then, what are we going to do?

While we search for a way to survive,

To make it through?

We’ll tell true at the Rue D’Awakening. . .

If there’s one thing that life has taught us,

Take the sour with the sweet,

Yes, life is just like the pickle

That you’ll regret if you never eat,

So in life you take your chances

With whatever is your fate,

Yes, life is just like the pickle

Sour and sweet with an unknow-own sell-by date. . .

Welcome to Rue D’Awakening,

Street where all is verité,

Much to do at Rue D’Awakening,

Place where life comes into play,

Here’s the deal: We will keep it real,

Our play so redolent of farms,

You want culture? We’ve got agriculture!

Breathing all its fragrant charms,

And we promise a hymn to the soil,

And to all of our blood, sweat and tears,

And all our toil,

We’ll tell true at the Rue D’Awakening. . .