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Let the birds in the night keep singing
Let the bells in the tower keep ringing.
Hear their chimes, a child was born today
Let the light of his grace keep shining
Let the words of the poets keep rhyming
Let their words of wisdom, lead the way,
For the stars will shine bright .
As a stillness falls upon this sacred night.
CHORUS
The Winter sky’s a glow
As a child in swaddling clothes
Lay in a manger on a bed of hay.
As the snow lay on the ground
The humble will gather ‘round
For the Prince of Peace was born on Christmas Day.
Let the guns and the tanks be silent
Let the strength of peace be defiant
Let its reign of reason rule the day
Let the greedy hands start giving
Let the deadened souls start living,
Let us help the lost to find their way
For the mighty will fall.
Just as sure as the meek will one day, stand tall.
CHORUS
Let the cold hearts warm with feeling
Let the bitter rifts start healing
Let the closed minds open up their doors.
Let the suffering child stop crying
Let the innocent stop dying
Let us ban forever needless wars.
For the dream can come true
If you let His Light shine on you.
The winter sky’s aglow
As a child in swaddling clothes
Lay in a manger on a bed of hay.
And the snow lay on the ground
The humble will gather ‘round
For the Prince of Peace was born this Christmas Day
Let the birds in the night keep singing
Let the bells in the tower keep ringing.
The Prince of Peace was born on Christmas Day.
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Requiem
03:17
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Hope’s the sailor on the shore.
Dreaming of a life at sea.
Anger is the ocean’s roar.
Please sail your ship most carefully.
For freedom is an open sea.
But tempests crack its fragility.
Fear’s the child far from home.
Love is telling him that he is not alone.
Hate’s the dogma on the wall.
Claiming truth is its domain.
Tyranny's the night that falls,
And robs the daylight if its rightful reign.
But somewhere far beyond that wall.
Beneath the rubble of night’s pall.
A vagabond of reason roams.
Pray that he will find his way home.
Death cannot help but offend.
Its silence shrouds our tender ears.
But faith’s a fort we must defend.
When doubt sheds it frightened tears.
But maybe death is not the end.
And faith’s a most comforting friend.
Courage, hear the trumpet call.
Honor those in trying times that stand tall.
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Every Road I Travel
04:47
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Down another highway,
With the sunset in my eyes.
My thoughts are tugging at me from behind .
Visions of a future,
Will glow in a new sunrise.
But I’m wary of the changes that I might find .
For the rules are not constant .
They’re like a line drawn in the sand.
That will wash away like teardrops from the sea.
And I’ll just drift along like a one man band.
Playing in a minor key.
CHORUS
As I wander on my own.
I think of those from the past that I’ve known.
All ashes burned in memory.
That follow where I roam.
Every road I travel leads me home.
Hugging the horizon,
While painting up the sky.
Abandoning its labors with a smile.
Mezmerised by colors,
That fade before my eyes.
And hypnotized to linger for a while.
But I wish that I could follow,
Where it sinks to disappear.
Leaving issues unresloved behind.
But it sadly bids farewell,
As the evening nears.
Not meaning to be unkind.
CHORUS
Bridge
As I stand up on a bridge.
I just watch the water flow.
As I walk along a ridge.
I’m reluctant , but still curious.
To see what lies below.
Forfeiting good fortune,’
As it slithers from my hand.
Distracted, I just let the chance sneak by.
Nostalgic for a simpler time,
When I could understand.
When a sense of wonder sparkled in my eye.
And I hope to still be humbled by a universe ablaze.
With galaxies a million light years high.
And I’ll reel from the thunder,
And stand amazed.
Just how quickly it all goes by.
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It's All Right
04:40
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So where do we go from here.
Let’s skip the remorse and the tears
‘Cause I don’t think hindsight,
Ever recovered lost years.
Let’s try to have some fun.
No need to review the reruns.
Whatever has happened, it’s happened,
And it can’t be undone.
We’ll trade in our passion
For a sense of humor.
And was your love for me,
Just a rumor ?
But I won’t hold that against you.
We’ll make it a joke between you and me.
Our little joke is on you me.
CHORUS
But it’s all right, baby.
It could have been worse,
When we got to the end.
But it’s all right , baby.
We lost out as lovers.
I hope we don’t lose out as friends.
Well I guess I don’t know how you feel.
Thinking that it was for real.
But you were still pondering.
I thought it was a done deal.
But no need to sing the blues,
It’s already yesterday’s news.
A mistaken identity,
Stranded inside the wrong shoes.
I never could figure out what you needed.
Maybe another man could have succeeded.
Changing in mid stream,
Every time you changed your mind.
Following behind.
I had to learn that I’m not that kind.
But it’s all right , baby
It could have been worse ,
When we got to the end.
It’s all right, baby.
We lost out as lovers .
I hope we don’t lose out as friends.
I hope you know ,
won’t go running to your friends.
Lashing out at you.
And I sure hope you’ve the discretion .
Stick to that policy too.
So , what are we going to do
You know I still have a thing for you.
But it’s all right , baby.
It could have been worse ,
When we got to the end.
It’s all right baby,
We lost out as lovers .
I hope we don’t lose out as friends.
Lose out as friends.
Cause I need a friend .
And it’s all right.
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The Steeple
06:20
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Freight trains and strange dreams ,
Pass through in the dead of night.
Carry my load down a lonesome road,
And drop me off at daylight .
Like buttermilk and threads of silk .
A moonlight skims a pond.
When I cross that bridge,
I’ll figure out which side I should be on.
Well old bad luck just follows me,
Like a shadow in disguise,
I raise my voice and I shake my fist,
But it smacks me between the eyes.
So I shrug my shoulders and say come on.
I guess I could use a friend.
Just do me a favor ,
Don’t hang around until the bitter end.
CHORUS ‘
Now I don’t look into a mirror.
When I’ve been out all night .
It’s just too painful,
To be a witness to such a sorry sight.
And then I think ,
Did some poor fool carry me home .
No , these voices that I hear cursing me ,
Are just my own.
CHORUS
Now I’ll have a drink for my mother.
I’ll have one for my friend.
I’ll have one for that hapless soul,
Sitting down at the other end.
But when I hear the bartender,
Start to read his poems.
I know it’s time to finish up,
And find my way home.
Freight trains and strange dreams ,
Pass through in the dead of night.
Carry my load down a lonesome road,
And drop me off at daylight .
Like buttermilk and threads of silk .
A moonlight skims a pond.
When I cross that bridge,
I’ll figure out which side I should be on.
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Every Day's A New Day
05:17
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I can follow my job south or west,
But not to oversea.
The only time I crossed that ocean,
Was to serve my country.
I came home with some medals,
And some memories that I keep inside.
But they can’t rearrange the past ,
Or bring back the friends who died.
C Everyday’s a new day,
H Until it turns into the night.
O Then I can go off drinking,
R And I try not to pick a fight.
U But when I stumble home,
S The dawn chides me
And says that it ain’t right.
That I squander every new day,
By drinking and drifting through the night.
They closed the plant that I worked for,
When I was off at war.
I returned to unemployment
And debt collectors at my door.
I tried working down at Walmart’s.
But it didn’t pay the bills.
And every day I prayed,
That no one in the family fell ill.
CHORUS
Well, the wife packed up and left,
With the two kids by her side.
Said she could not hang around,
And watch as the spirit died.
I guess I couldn’t get too angry.
‘Cause I knew that she was right.
Who wants to back a boxer,
Who’s lost the will to fight.
CHORUS
Well, I hear all this talk,
About the new economy.
But I don’t see where I fit in,
In this recovery.
Well. bad times can’t last forever.
At least that’s what they say.
But why is it the uninvited guest,
That always stays.
Sometimes I feee lonely
Sometimes I feel afraid.
Sometimes I am embarrassed,
By mistakes that I have made.
And sometimes I have to wonder,
Where common sense has gone.
When stealing in a business suit,
Is not considered wrong.
Everyday’s a new day,
Until it turns into the night.
Then I can go off drinking,
But I try not to pick a fight.
When I stumble home,
The dawn chides me and says,
You know that it ain’t right.
That I squander every new day,
By drinking and drifting through the night.
Everyday’s a new day,
But I think that I’ll just wait,
For the night.
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