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It was nineteen hundred twenty eight when the engineer Mulholland
Said the Saint Francis dam was good to go
With a whole year's of water for a thirsty growing Southland
And no danger to the people down below
But a little short of midnight came a thunder like a cannon
With a lot of sleeping people in the way
50 million tons of water came down Francisquito canyon
And a night-shift operator started calling folks to say:
Can you hear me in Castaic?
This is Lucy on the line
Wake your family, get them up to higher ground, there's not much time
You'd better run out of that canyon, leave all your things behind
Now I've got some other calls to make, said Lucy on the line
Now Lucy was a Hello Girl in the town of Santa Paula
You'd hear her voice each time you used the phone
With her fingers on her switchboard, she connected every call
And sometimes she worked the evening shift alone
Then one night in 1928 came word from up the valley
The dam had failed and death was on the way
And though Lucy was no expert, she knew water runs downhill
So she sat down at her switchboard, calling people up to say:
Can you hear me up in Saugus?
This is Lucy on the line
You know a lot of little towns are in the way, one is mine
We've got a monster in our valley and we're running out of time
Go get the children out of bed, said Lucy on the line
Then Piru gone right off the grid, the flood was coming closer
With a hundred feet of water, earth, and stone
When the sheriff ordered Lucy out she simply told him, "No sir"
And went back to saving people on the phone
When the flood came down to Fillmore town a lot of homes went under
She knew which town would be the next to fall
Then through an open window Lucy heard a growing thunder
But she held the line to place just one more call
Can you hear me, Santa Paula?
This is Lucy on the line
Wake your neighbors, wake your children
And the families who, thanks to Lucy, made it out in time
Helped to spread the word and thanked the Lord for Lucy on the line
The flood ran down along the banks of the Santa Clara river
Leaving fifty miles of death from dam to sea
With near five hundred people lost and some were never found
Mulholland said, "Just put the blame on me."
All the people of the valley wondered what became of Lucy
But all the phone and power lines were down
It took a long time to fix them, and then the people learned
When they all picked up their phones... and heard an old familiar sound:
Can you hear me in Ventura?
This is Lucy on the line
You know it got a little hairy there but sure, I'm doing fine
I thought the water had me beat but it missed by several feet
Give the neighbors my best wishes
And a big hug for the Mrs...
Give all the kids my kisses, this is Lucy on the line
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When you're trapped underneath the dead weight of your heart
In depression's sharp teeth all your joys fall apart
When you can't keep in mind all the good things you do
I will remember them for vou.
Ill carry the blessings that I've seen you be;
They aren't so heavy, and they're precious to me
When you can't find your strengths, or believe they are true,
I will remember them for you
Depression's a liar, each loss it deploys
While it trashes your triumphs and soils your joys
Let me keep them safe till the sunlight breaks through
I will remember them for you
Sailors once knew, when the storm starts to rip;
That you jettison cargo to lighten the ship.
Ill salvage; you pilot; just get the ship through;
I will remember them for you.
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Heather Dale - Believe
04:40
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I’ve listened to you all these years
And come to guess your secret fears
Your song conceals a hidden lure
And yet you still seem so unsure
I believe in you
I believe in you
I believe in you
And though you’ve come
To fear it’s wrong
I believe in your song
I hear you sing across the room
Weaving on your enchanted loom
A harmony that’s not quite right
That sends a chill throughout the night
I long to join you in your song
To sing with you the whole night long
And then perhaps to take the chance
To join our fingers in the dance
To synchronize our fingertips
To magic flowing from your lips
I believe in you
I believe in you
I believe in you
And though you’ve come
To fear it’s wrong
I believe in your song
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Hello babies, welcome to Earth!
You've got about a hundred years from your birth!
To grow up, go to school, fall in love
Make your mark, climb a mountain, catch a dove
But babes the most important part
The thing you've gotta know from the start
It’s in your heart not in your mind,
The more you live, the more you will find...
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
Hello babies, it’s scary I know
So many things to learn and places to go
Some you will leave behind, and some you’ll take in
And time won’t wait, so you’d better begin!
But babes the most important part
The thing you've gotta know from the start
It’s in your heart, not in your mind,
The more you live, the more you will find...
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
But babes the most important part
The thing you've gotta know from the start
It’s in your heart, not in your mind,
The longer you live, the more you will find...
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
Hello Babies, welcome to Earth!
You've got about a hundred years from your birth!
To grow up, go to school, fall in love
Make your mark, climb a mountain, catch a dove,
But babes The most important part
The thing you've gotta know from the start
It’s in your heart, not in your mind,
The more you live, the more you will find...
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
You've gotta be kind, babies, you've gotta be kind
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Tom Smith - Mosaic
05:01
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I am seven in the kitchen with my grandma as she cooks.
She lets mw peel potatoes while she chops the celery.
I am ten and my sister and I put down our comic books,
While Daffy, Bugs, and Elmer discuss what season it might be.
I am fourteen having my first kiss, so soft and sweet and gentle.
I can still remember how they looked so happy and surprised.
I am nineteen driving across the country in a Budget rental.
With my best friend in the back seat and the future in my eyes.
So many pictures, and so many people.
Memories and connections, the laughter and the tears.
Some say your life’s a movie, action romance, roll the credits.
But mine is a mosaic my friends built across the years.
I am twenty-two at graduation, all that I can see
Is a thousand people watching while my family cheers for me.
I am twenty-five in Vegas, by your smile I am bewitched.
Getting married in a drive-thru as Elvis say “Congrats, you’re hitched”.
So many pictures, and so many people.
Memories and connections, the hopes and dreams and fears.
Some say your life’s a novel, lots of chapters, annotations.
But mine is a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.
I am thirty and my first child is sleeping in my arms.
How can someone so important be so small
I am forty and we're moving to a new town on the coast.
Unaware we'll never want to leave at all.
I am fifty and my body's getting crotchety and cranky.
But my doctor and her team keep me in tune.
I am sixty and my little girl gets married to a good man.
As we watch beneath an orange autumn moon.
So many pictures and so many people.
Every time you look around another one appears.
Some say your life's a painting, Or a poem, or a sculpture,.
But mine is a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.
So many pictures and so many people.
Every time you look around another one appears.
Evervone's a work of art and we are all connected.
And I am a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.
I am a mosaic my loved ones built across the years.
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Paul Kwinn - Breathe
02:21
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If you get all tied up in knots
The world is takin more than you got
If your mind is filled with stress and doubt
Don't know how you're gonna find a way out
Just breathe
Breathe
Though you might be afraid to fail
You can't fix nothin if you don't inhale
Just breathe
Arguments with boss or spouse
Kids and dog tracked mud in the house
Can't find your keys when it's time to roll
That Murphy guy's a real posterior
Just breathe
Breathe
You'll see that there's no substitution
Respiration precedes the solution
Breathe
Here's the audience participation part:
In <inhale>
Out <exhale>
In <inhale>
Out <exhale>
Yeah, you'll do fine
The world's annoying, that's just so
Sometimes it'll kick you, but just so you know
Everyone else has struggles too
So share the solution, show em what to do
Just breathe
Breathe
Blow that air out, suck it in
Repeat as needed, and we all win
Just breathe
In <inhale>
Out <exhale>
In <inhale>
Out <sigh>
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On a dirty street corner beneath a steel gray sky,
Old Enid plays his blues as the crowds just rush on by.
Just a crazy old man – dented sax and tangled hair.
Wailing out his benedictions.
Crumbling old brick building,
Mary drinks her tea.
A well-worn Bible and a blanket on her knees.
She hears the gunfire from the alley down below.
While sirens sing of Armageddon.
Manhattan sleeps tonight
Under a blanket of new fallen snow.
Quiet as the light from towers pierce the fog
Softly glows.
I can feel the ghosts haunting the streets far below - Waiting.
A full moon rises pulling people like the tide.
As the snow keeps falling on an ocean deep and wide.
Each fragile crystal melts into the sea,
In a moment of transition.
A frozen blanket, bathed in silver light.
The streets lie muted in the alchemy of night.
But when the spring comes, who knows what will have grown,
In the cracks between the stones.
Old Enid dreams, in the warmth of vented steam
Of better days to come.
Mary’s fears seem to ring in her ears,
As she stares out the window at a million frozen falling stars.
Manhattan sleeps tonight
Under a blanket of new fallen snow.
Quiet as the light from towers pierce the fog
Softly glows.
I can feel the ghosts haunting the streets far below - Waiting.
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Bill Roper - Cruising
03:16
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Let's fill up the tank and pile in the van
When the moon is high in the sky.
With a big chunk of cavorite under the hood,
You'll believe that a van can fly.
We're all buckled in so we know we'll be safe
As the big red van starts to rise,
'Cause there's nothing quite like spending your Saturday night
On a family drive through the skies.
We're goin' to the moon in my red minivan.
I've packed some milk and cookies and some strawberry jam.
With Baby and Mommy and Winnie the Pooh,
So come along and join us 'cause there's just room for you.
We're goin' to the moon in my red minivan.
I know we're gonna make it - Katie told me we can!
Roll the windows up, 'cause we're gettin' so high
And it's better when the air is inside.
And Daddy's got the pedal pressed down to the floor,
So it’s gonna be a heckuva ride.
We'll cruise for a minute in zero-G,
Plucking M & Ms from the air.
And the man in the moon is smilin' tonight,
'Cause in just a half an hour we'll be there.
And the lights in the sky are brighter
Than they were before we started to fly.
And we count the stars through the windows
As we watch the constellations roll by.
It's a beautiful night to go cruising
With the family all aboard for a trip.
And if Katie says it's true then I've gotta believe
That a minivan is gonna be a rocket ship.
We're gonna kick up the dust at Tranquility Base
As our red lunar rover rolls by.
And there's a big blue marble hanging high overhead
That's the prettiest thing in the sky.
We'll blow a big bubble and fill it with air
So we can wander round safe in our dome
And we'll build sand castles by the light of the Earth
Till it's time to pack up and go home
I know we're gonna make it - Katie told me we can!
I know we're gonna make it - Katie told me we can!
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When the long days of summer turn corner to fall
And the crops in the field have turned ripe and stand tall
Then the people will gather to meet and greet here
Celebrating at the great Keswick Fair.
There'll be food fun and laughter and something for all
As the children keep playing until parents call
Then a huge suppers waiting with cooks feeling proud
Celebrating at the great Keswick Fair.
Come on home, come on down, join the crowd, be as one
You're as welcome as good luck or warm summer sun
We are family – related by the ties we all share
Come on home to the great Keswick Fair.
You'll meet Jewetts and Gilmores and Brewers and more
Who formed the new townships and fought in the wars
Plus the new generations of those who've moved here
Celebrating at the great Keswick Fair.
Come on home, come on down, join the crowd, be as one
You're as welcome as good luck or warm summer sun
We are family – related by the ties we all share
Come on home to the great Keswick Fair.
And as day fades to evening and stars come to play
There'll be fiddles and voices in joy of the day
And as feet start a tappin' and songs fill the air
All will revel at the great Keswick Fair.
Come on home, come on down, join the crowd, be as one
You're as welcome as good luck or warm summer sun
We are family – related by the ties we all share
Come on home to the great Keswick Fair, oh yes!
Come on home to the great Keswick Fair.
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I smiled at a sunflower, but it turned up its face
I reached for the roses, but they only made me bleed
The forget-me-nots said, "Remember your place,
If you ever belonged, you belong in the weeds."
But you took me in, my dandelion friend
There by your side I would find
There is shelter in the wind
Storm after storm, when the whole world is reborn
I will be with you again.
The sky is our highway, we go as we please
Carry our stories in the satchel of a seed
I know when I hear it, aloft on the breeze
The song in your heart is the music I need
You took me in, my dandelion friend
Now we are many
And ever unbroken, we will bend
Row upon row, how the dandelions grow
And we will rise up again.
You took me in, my dandelion friend
There by your side I would find
There is shelter in the wind
Year after year, I return to find you here
I will find you again
My dandelion friend.
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Cousin Jean, you're so lean
You looks just like a long string bean
Baking up the rhubarb pie
Adding in a splash of rye
Cousin Jean, you're so lean
You look just like a long string bean
Auntie Lynn, in the kitchen Baking bread and drinking gin
Of the stove she is the boss
Cooking up the applesauce
Auntie Lynn, in the kitchen
Baking bread and drinking gin
The work's all done, the fire's lit
Supper's on the table, let's get to it
Park the plow, put the shovel away
It's time to sit at the end of the day
It's su-u-u-upper time
It's su-u-u-upper time
Sister June hums a tune
Drinks her whiskey from a spoon
On the tractor to and fro
Plowing where the corn will grow
Sister June hums a tune
Drinks her whiskey from a spoon
Grandpa Bill, up on the hill
Where he sits and tends the still
With his cane he won't go far
Without his trusty mason jar
Grandpa Bill, up on the hill
Where he sits and tends the still
The work's all done, the fire's lit
Supper's on the table, let's get to it
Park the plow, put the shovel away
It's time to sit at the end of the day
Ring the bell, come on in
Don't matter if you're friend or kin
It's su-u-u-upper time
It's su-u-u-upper time
Uncle Pete, what's on your feet?
As you are walking down the street?
You took a walk through the cow field
You did not look, you did not yield
Uncle Pete, what's on your feet
As you are walking down the street?
Brother Joe, where did you go?
Why are you walking to and fro?
You said you would have one more drink
You had more than that I think
Brother Joe, where did you go?
Why are you walking to and fro?
The work's all done, the fire's lit
Supper's on the table, let's get to it
Park the plow, put the shovel away
It's time to sit at the end of the day
Ring the bell, come on in
Don't matter if you're friend or kin
Shut the gate, close the door
The dog's are curled up on the floor
It's su-u-u-upper time
It's su-u-u-upper time
It's su-u-u-upper time
It's su-u-u-upper time
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1 can't recall the first time that I really understood,
How my grandmother's kitchen was the home of so much good.
She handed out the cookies and stories of the past.
The olden days were magic spells that only she could cast.
In Grandma's kitchen, her simple food was great.
In Grandma's kitchen, we always cleaned our plate
Her hugs were warm and lavender, my goodness how we clung.
And in Grandma's kitchen, even when you're bitchin',
In Grandma's kitchen, you kept a civil tongue.
When I grew up and had my twins, my husband's mom and dad
Would give the kids adventures, and all the love they had.
They took my children camping, in the mountains and the trees.
But simple meals in Grandma's kitchen filled their memories.
In Grandma's kitchen, her simple food was great.
In Grandma's kitchen, we always cleaned our plate.
Her hugs were warm and lavender, my goodness how we clung.
And in Grandma's kitchen, even when you're bitchin'
In Grandma's kitchen, you kept a civil tongue.
And now I'm an old lady, and I try to do my best,
To give the young ones simple foods, and stories for the rest listen to their problems, and wipe away their tears.
I plan to be a good example for their future grandma years.
In Grandma's kitchen, her simple food was great.
In Grandma's kitchen, we always cleaned our plate.
Her hugs were warm and lavender, my goodness how we clung.
-And in Grandma's kitchen, even when you're bitchin',
In Grandma's kitchen, you kept a civil tongue
Now sometimes Grandma's kitchen was a place of fear and pain
But there's no earthly reason that condition should remain.
We all can do much better, and I swear by stars above,
That we can make every future grandma's kitchen a place of joy and love.
In Grandma's kitchen, her simple food was great.
In Grandma's kitchen, we always cleaned our plate.
Her hugs were warm and lavender, my goodness how we clung.
And in Grandma's kitchen, even when you're bitchin'
In Grandma's kitchen, you kept a civil tongue.
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So close the gate upon the yard -
The empty lambing pen
And send the sheep upon their way
To pasture once again.
The land remains, the land endures,
The land remembers all
And likewise all the bonny sheep
Still heed the shepherd's call
Now Autumn-stretched, the shadows lie
Along the old drove road
And Winter treads a step behind
To claim what he is owed
The sweat and ache of labour done:
The land remembers all
And likewise all the bonny sheep
Still heed the shepherd's call
And still and still the kestrel's flight
Shall bless the clear bright sky;
And still the knowing each dear beast
All, holds the shepherd's eye
So close the gate upon the yard -
The empty lambing pen
And send the sheep upon their way
To pasture once again.
The land remains, the land endures
Wherein we spend our days
And when we leave what we have loved
Then something sacred stays
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As we stand here in the Circle Hands connected to hands, to hands
Calling community here with us
Hands connected with hands
Air we breathe, and air we (live/swim)
Hands connected to hands, to hands
Air sustains, carries drum and voice
Hands connected with hands
See in the mirror of Life
The light of the world
Divinity reflected
Taste the waters of Life
Feel the hope of the world
We all are One now-
Fire fuels our passion onward
Hands connected to hands, to hands
Feel the heat in the Dance, the movement
Hands connected with hands
Liquid water fulfills our bodies
Hands connected to hands, to hands
Is a part of us all, connecting
Hands connected with hands
Solid earth centers all others
Hands connected to hands, to hands
The bones and rock that support and hold us
Hands connected with hands
See in the mirror of Life
The light of the world
Divinity reflected
Taste the waters of Life
Feel the hope of the world
We all are One now-
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I got lost on my way to Lake Wobegon.
I got lost somewhere north of St. Paul.
When I started to stray
I tried to ask the way
But I don't speak Minnesotan at all.
I wanted to go
To that town in the snow
Where true love never dies.
Where your neighbor's a friend who will never reject you
Even if you're kind of shy.
It isn't on the map; True places never are.
I haven't found it yet, but it's not far.
I'm sure I belong in Lake Wobegon.
I'm sure it's as real as can be.
Where the nights are so long,
The women are strong,
And the men are all good-looking, like me.
I wanted to roam,
But I had to go home
Where the neighbors are rude as can be.
And the sweet young lady in the corner apartment
Won't even stop to talk to me.
It isn't on the map; True places never are.
I haven't found it yet, but it's not far.
I was lonely back home in Sheboygan.
So lonely, but what could I do?
I'm handsome, but shy,
And I thought I might die
Without a Powdermilk Biscuit or two.
But I smile and I greet
All the people I meet
And I think I've broken the ice.
'Cause the sweet young lady in the corner apartment
Has noticed that I'm really nice.
I invited her over for a jello salad,
And we talked the whole night through.
So if you can't make your way to Lake Wobegon,
Bring Lake Wobegon to you.
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I am always surprised that not everybody knows
The feeling of dread and fear that only grows and grows
Until it covers everything, swallows every hope
And I just wish someone could help me cope
When the brightness hurts my eyes, will you hold my light?
Will you keep it safe, burning through the night?
So my darkness does not dim it, does not steal the glow
So I can rest and sleep and be sure to know
That when the shadows lift and I can once more see
You are there and can return my light to me
I know that when it hits me, I always turn away
That I grow cold and distant and keep people at bay
When you cannot read my tone, my stance or my face
It means I have already lost the race
When the brightness hurts my eyes, will you hold my light?
Will you keep it safe, burning through the night?
So my darkness does not dim it, does not steal the glow
So I can rest and sleep and be sure to know
That when the shadows lift and I can once more see
You are there and can return my light to me
When I push you away, is when I need your aid
When I say „oh its nothing“ it means that I‘m afraid GCdG When I end each sentence laughing, when I smile too bright
It means I really need you by my side
When the brightness hurts my eyes, will you hold my light? Will you keep it safe, burning through the night?
So my darkness does not dim it, does not steal the glow
So I can rest and sleep and be sure to know
That when the shadows lift and I can once more see You are there and can return my light to me
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Just a run down church in a run down part of town,
Can't recall a word the preacher said,
But after every service, we would have this grand Pot Luck,
All of us together - breaking bread.
Hilda made some German dish I never could pronounce, and Lawrence made a killer Irish stew.
Maria made tamales that were worth your very soul,
Old Bob was "King of barbecue".
The coffee pot was three foot tall of shining silver steel,
Five gallon percolator, don't you know,
It probably took an hour, just to brew a single pot
But I never had a finer cup of Joe.
Just a run down church in a run down part of town,
Can't recall a word the preacher said,
But after every service, we would have this grand Pot Luck,
All of us together - breaking bread.
I recall the weddings, with potluck afterward
Not catered in some fancy upscale joint
Someone made pirogies, and someone else baked pie,
To Celebrate together was the point.
This nation's never been a melting pot.
It's always been a smorgasbord buffet.
So pull up to the table; show us what you've got.
It doesn't even have to be Sunday.
So bring your carnitas, bring those taco trucks,
And a million types of dumpling to fry
And if you bring tandoori, save me a bit of naan,
Don't forget to leave room for pie.
A run down church in a run down part of town,
Honestly been years since I've returned,
But it wasn't at the service, it was at that grand Pot Luck,
Where I swear the real lesson was learned.
At that run down church in a run down part of town,
Can't recall a thing that preacher said,
But after every service, we would have this grand Pot Luck,
All of us together - breaking bread.
Everyone together - breaking bread.
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18. |
Char MacKay - Home Again
04:28
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And things have changed
And they remain the same
and are they right when they say
you can never
go back home again
Home again, home again, home again, home again
When these familiar streets were larger
Long before I grew
They encompassed everything I was
everything I knew
and I see that things are changing
or is it me that's changed?
me that changed?
And things have changed
And they remain the same
and are they right when they say
you can never
go back home again
Home again, home again, home again, home again
I went to seek my fortune
to a raucous battle call
And I thought that I would never
Come back home at all
I return to home a stranger
with a familiar face
familiar face
And things have changed
And they remain the same
and are they right when they say
you can never
go back home again
Home again, home again, home again, home again
My home is unfamiliar
and its just the way I knew
and when I turn the corner
the face I'll see is you
Is a home of brick and mortar
or built inside our hearts
you are my heart
And things have changed
And they remain the same
and are they right when they say
you can never
go back home again
Home again, home again, home again, home again
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Sometimes we disagree
But we find our way - musically;
My heart feels brighter than the sun
That will soon return when the year's begun.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
They'll ask us for our year's resolve
My good intentions all involve
The music that we're gonna play
If this silly dreamer has her silly way.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see
I wish I could make clear to all It's okay to talk without a brawl
That cranky offhand thing we wrote
Might be better said with measured quarter notes
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see,
While playing music or listening Happy or with tears glistening
Please, know I hold you in my heart
As we wait today for our brand new year to start.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
Music matters
Music matters
And you, love, you matter to me
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I wonder how my world can live with all the hate she harbors
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And I'm scared of how long it may last,
And just how soon it all could end,
And I wish the power to stop it all
Could rest within my hands.
I see her people dying for such bold and bloody causes
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And the bodies of the innocent
Are washed up on the lengthening shore
While the rising tide of history
Just ebbs and flows again.
Chorus:
Oh, make me a cradle to rock my weary world,
Make me a gentle voice to soothe her when she weeps,
Make my arms strong enough to hold her when she wakes,
And make me a lullaby so sweet and fine
That I can sing my weary world to sleep.
I wish that I could smooth away her jagged scars of hatred
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And though my hands may bleed and burn,
I'll hold my broken world to me
Until her ugly scars have healed
And peace may reign again.
(Chorus)
And if her fighting will not stop, then I'll hold her that much closer
And sing my lullaby above the noise and pain of war.
And if her bleeding I can't staunch, I'll bleed along beside her,
But I will not let her go, no, I'll never let her go.
And when the stars have all burned out, I'll sing to her in darkness
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And pray a tender God may find me
Huddled in the dark and cold,
And grant the precious world I shelter
One more chance to live.
May God grant my precious world
Another chance to love.
(Chorus)
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Miss so many faces
Miss their voices, and their laugh
Safer far away
But it’s hard to make it last
Hold each other in hearts
Til we get better
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
Finding joy in little things
Plant a garden, learn to bake
Making due and mending through Isn’t all a piece of cake
All around the world
This storm we’ll weather
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
Together we are hopeful Together we are strong
Together we will make it through
Even when things go wrong
Together we will find the path
That takes us from the dark
We are in this all as one
Even if we are apart
Hours online, marking FaceTime Days and weeks roll away
We keep each other safe
But it gets harder every day
Hold each other in our hearts
Til we get better
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
Together we are hopeful
Together we are strong
Together we will make it through
Even when things go wrong
Together we will find the path
That takes us from the dark
We are in this all as one Even if we are apart
The world that was is gone
But a new one will arise
With every mask, with every task
Hand in hand, in love and pride
All our sacrifice, I swear
Is not forever
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
For though we are apart, we are together
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Bridge San Jose, California
Bridge is a collection of songs from various songwriters, and featuring many singers. The songs are about the things we all share, to remind us that we have more in common than differences.
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