Composed by thousands of Brent school children and young members of Brent Music Service orchestras, alongside award-winning composer James Redwood and Brent-born poet Momtaza Mehri. The Brent Anthem represents the kind of united, diverse community we have in Brent and London. Young people collaborated with musicians from the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and Brent Music Service in physical and virtual workshops throughout the year, writing lyrics and composing melodies to create this special song as a gift to their home borough. In celebration, a special 3-minute video and audio track titled 'Sparks Fly' has been released.
Find out more: www.brent2020.co.uk/whats-happening/programmes/the-brent-anthem The Brent Anthem has been created by RPO Resound, the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra’s community and education department, in collaboration with Brent Music Service, made possible with the generous support of John Lyon’s Charity and the Brent 2020 Culture Fund.
The Lyrics
RPO Brent Anthem 2020 ‘Sparks Fly’
We stand on this hill, the city a silhouette on the skyline
We stand on this hill, the city a silhouette on the skyline
We stand on this hill, the city a silhouette on the skyline
Streets like a map of hope, our song carried by the breeze
River Brent take me with you
Winding down brooks and underground streams
Following the roar of the crowds to a rainbow of dreams.
The arch like a stretch of arms reaching across the sky
A bridge to connect us, standing proudly
Standing proudly, flying high
This is our time this is our place
Chorus 1
Whoah, Hear our voices rise
Whoah, Sparks Fly, streamers in the sky
Colours swirling like autumn leaves
Spirits high our voices full of pride
There is so much joy is these busy streets
Whoah... Whoah....Whoah...
We are marching to our own London beat.
We are more than a country, more than a continent
We are the whole world in a line of shops
We bring our own colours
We bring our own flavours
We’re always moving forward and we’re never going to stop.
Chorus 2
Sparks Fly, streamers in the sky
Colours swirling like autumn leaves.
Spirits high, our voices full of pride
There’s so much joy is these busy streets.
Whoah... Whoah....Whoah...
We are marching to our own London beat.
We are marching to our own London beat.
We are marching to our own London beat.
