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Stepping Into Spring
03:03
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Take the time to step outside
Celebrate the sun
You may find if you decide
That this is kinda fun
The sky is blue, the grass is green, finally spring has sprung
Winter’s through, he’s disappeared, there are new songs to be sung
Flowers blooming in between - the smell of hot cross buns….
Take the time to step outside
Celebrate the day
Open hearted, starry eyed
This is the only way
Birds are singing in the trees a symphony of song
Tunes are ringing in my ears I want to sing along
Worshiping the scented breeze - days so warm and long….
Take the time to step outside
Celebrate the soul
Don’t be shy, no need to hide
It’s time to take control
Surprise, surprise, the sun is shining warm upon your skin
Butterflies that flutter by like whispers on the wind
This is why I’m feeling high - I’m stepping into spring….
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Streetside Balladeer
04:43
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With the first feint rays of a brand new day; she grabs her bags - sets out on her way
Sleet spatters panes on the early train; someone mumbles, “It wasn’t meant to rain”…
Out on the street, where the beggars meet; worrying, scurrying, tired, traipsing feet
Forever grey where the pigeons play - she sings of summer long since gone away
Ice creams, daydreams - sunshine holidays….
Shrewdly she weaves this make believe - masquerading, heart out on her sleeve
Telling tales of mountain trails, fairies, prairies, boats with billowed sails
Skylines, moonshine, even love for sale….
The canny ways each turn of phrase as the canvas unfolds
Moments in time, cadence and rhyme - oh, so vibrant and bold
Memories she treasures more than gold ….
This time of year, of winter drear; her sun drenched scenes seem a million miles from here
Where the north winds blow, hear the stories flow - of postcard places we’d all like to go….
Now life is hard, this girl’s been scarred - her sanctuary - playing her guitar
While every fear, each pent-up tear - she holds them close sweet sorrow’s souvenirs …
Ten-a-penny to a streetside balladeer….
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Three Years Old
03:39
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My name is Alan Kurdi I was only three years old
When you found me like a rag doll on the beach
My life was never worth much, nothing that I could control
Dreams of freedom well beyond my reach….
I did not want to be there, I did not want to die
I didn’t want to make the front page news
It’s a lucky soul who has the power to choose
The refugee who always seems to lose….
My name is Nylo Lattimore, I was only three years old
When I was thrown into the Ohio
My own mother could not save me - her killer vile and cold
Who believed, somehow, the world would never know ….
I did not want to be there, I did not want to die
Be a headline catching eyes at every glance
It’s a lucky soul who gets a second chance
The victim who succumbs to circumstance ….
My name’s Amari Campbell, I was only three years old
Headstrong, with the world at my command
Perhaps I should have listened, done as I was told
But, at three, the world’s so hard to understand
For a young boy with a lighter in his hand…
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4. |
To The Morning
03:41
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Birds start to sing their goodbyes to the night
Skyline is flushed with dawn’s easterly light
Soft, coral hues that inspire and excite
As the world says hello to the morning.
Sunlight, sweet sunlight come shining my way
Bring warmth to my face at the start of the day
Night’s ghostly shadows are fading away
As the world says hello to the morning.
Refrain: The world says hello, the world says hello
The world says hello to our star’s lucent glow
All living creatures and all things that grow
Are saying hello to the morning.
The sun rises slowly, rich radiance spreads
Fine, fragile flowers raise delicate heads
The grays become greens or bright yellows and reds
As the world says hello to the morning.
Refrain:
Orb of white gold give us heat, light and power
Dew glisten sweetly on each leaf and flower
It won’t last for long perhaps just one more hour
We will soon say goodbye to the morning…
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Smiling Eyes
05:34
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With smiling eyes, she said to me, “You can’t take life too seriously
When people see just what they want to….”
Then she took me by the hand, she led me to a wonderland
Where even blind fools understand what is true…
She said, “If I was queen, you’d be my king - you’d worship me with songs you sing
Your thoughts would pierce my heart just like an arrow…
In return I’d tangle you in webs of love the deepest blue
You’d feel me in your veins, your bones, your marrow!”
Now, those who say our love’s a crime while reading deep between the lines
Are screaming infidelity or treason
Hate can hurt but love is strong perhaps one day we’ll hear our song
Sung by strangers on the stage of reason….
Every timbre of our cries like waves that roar, like winds that sigh
On terrifying dives through deepest wonder
Soaring down love’s avenue on chariots of lust we flew
Exploding through each doorway just like thunder…
Instrumental
The faithful die to find the truth while others seek eternal youth
The alcoholic begs vermouth’s affections
You are all I ever need, you kill me softly, make me bleed
Far more than any pious genuflections…
I feel your body, hear you breathe, I know tomorrow when you leave
A part of me will stay with you forever…
This moment that we’ve shared tonight will shine more than the brightest light
Beyond the realms of what our minds can measure
With smiling eyes, she said to me, “Don’t take life so seriously
‘Cause people see just what they want to….”
Then she took me by the hand, she led me to a one night stand
Where even blind fools understand…….
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Herinneringe
05:25
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Herinneringe soms soos water, koud en glad - so mooilik vas te hou
In die skemerlig, as die donker my omvou met sy aaklike vreugde
Vaag onthoude kleuterrympies kom kuier in die fluweel van my nag
Waar ou vriende se gesigte sit en wag in hul ewige jeugde
Moeg oë wil nie toe nie, vaag vrae val my aan
Ou verhoudings nooit versoen nie, kwyn nou soos die maan…
Toekomshope soms soos sonskyn, strelend sag val laggend teen my hart
En kielie my gedagtes, inderdaad soos feite vergete
Op soek na wese kragtig, ongelooflik die waarheid wat ons deesdae mos vermy
Ek hou my kindersprokies altyd hier naby vir ’n skone gewete
Vasgepen deur my oortuigings, hierdie werklikheid verbeel
Met die skertsers en hulle juigings - leë beloftes meegedeel…
Gister is net soet-suur beelde, môre net verwagtings nie bereik nie
Die onkunde van foute nie ontduik nie - ons sal maar verower
Want, alles word deur God vergewe, selfs sneuwel hierdie wêreld klaar verdoem
Teen ons mûre en omheinings van beroem, blink liggies betower
Hierdie glas wat nou half leeg staan, was hy ooit al vol gewees
Elke keuse nou ‘n weegskaal - een kant gruwel, een kant vrees…
(Translation)
Memories just like water,
Cold and smooth so difficult to hold
In the twilight as the darkness enfolds me with its awful joy
Vaguely remembered nursery rhymes
Visit in the velvet of my night
Where old friends' faces sit and wait in their eternal youth
Tired eyes do not want to close, vague questions attack me
Old relationships never reconciled, fading like the moon…
Future's hopes just like sunshine
Soothing, soft fall laughing against my heart
And tickle my thoughts, indeed, like things I've forgotten
Looking for a force powerful, amazing
We all avoid the truththese days
Always keep my children's fairy tales close by - for a clear conscience
Trapped by my beliefs, in this imagined reality
With the jokers and their jeers - empty promises shared…
Yesterday is just sweet-sour images
Tomorrow expectations never met
The ignorance of mistakes inescapable - yet, we will conquer
Because, everything is forgiven by God
In this world already doomed to die
Against our walls and fences of fame, enchanted lights are shining
This glass, now half empty, has it ever been full
Every choice now a balance - one side horror, one side fear…
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Joan Walker
04:42
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Born in a council house, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne
Your mammy was a seamstress and your daddy worked the mines
But, the coal dust took him long before his time
Before the Nazi monster raised its head back in ’39.
You came to be a refugee - alone and unprepared
An 8 year old evacuee - so miserable and scared
Strangers took you in and people cared
Years rolled on ‘til war was done, peace finally appeared.
Oh, who can tell me where you go?
When you’ve lived somewhere for so long now that home’s no longer home?
At 14, you were sent to work, you had to pay your way
Married, off to Africa - you hated every day
Lost a soldier to some meaningless affray
You lost a girl to alcohol - what more is there to say?
Except, life’s a fight, that’s black and white and all that lies ahead
Silence screams in nightmare dreams - the words you could have said
Who will dry those tears you never shed?
Will this old world remember you one day when you are dead?
Oh, who can tell me where you go?
When you’ve lost the only ones you loved - they’re never coming home?
War time generations, pray, where is your epithet
Two million children put on trains - how quickly we forget
Like smoke that drifts up from your cigarette
Everybody’s nobody in life’s short novelette
Your hearing’s getting fainter, now, your eyesight’s growing dim
This nursing home is just another hell you’re living in
Everything you ever wished you could have been
Now, old trinkets and vague memories wrapped up and tied with string
Oh, who can tell me where you go?
Made to hide from the world outside ‘cause no-one wants to know?
Oh, Joan Walker .......
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Calton Hill
03:16
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I took a walk up Calton Hill
To see the city far below
In the clear blue skies the sun did glow
Yet tempered not the autumn chill …
The wind blows cold on Calton Hill
And the leaves dance merry in its wake
All the colours of the sweet daybreak
Shining gold my soul to thrill …
Oh, see the views from Calton Hill
Perfect panoramic scenes
In the distance shades that fade like dreams
Or notions of a man’s freewill …
As I ramble round on Calton Hill
Among these shrines to learned men
How I think about their lives back then
And my world now, so frail, so ill …
Oh, strong, unyielding Calton Hill
While we harken to the church bells' chime
You’ve stood here since before time
And when we’re gone, you’ll stand here still …
I said farewell to Calton Hill
Started home down Princes Street
Where a busker sang so bittersweet
His serenade to Calton Hill
Where a busker sang so bittersweet
His serenade to Calton Hill …
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Sing me that song, make it loud, make it strong
Of these places I love – this is where I belong
All the colours so rare, the salt sea on the air
And I’ll go on forever though I’m no longer here.
Tell me that tale of the herring, the whale
The brave men whose journey in ships they must sail
For this life, like the tide leaves us nowhere to hide
We must all become stars in our grandchildren’s eyes.
I’ll be with you every day that you live
In all that you do, in the love you will give
I’ll be with you in the depths of despair
When you need a way through I’ll be there…
Play me that tune of the glen ‘neath the moon
The magical circle, the mystical rune
We will all meet some day in that place far away
Where the fires of freedom burn ……..
Just like the sun’s rays
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The earth was shaken by despair
A growl like thunder in the air
And I wondered then and there where I might be tomorrow
I packed a suitcase in the dark
A crowd had gathered in the park
Then I walked out of this life that had once been mine to borrow
CH: War is never just a game
With tanks that crush and shells that maim
This song I sing is for Ukraine
The day the soldiers came….
I hurried down a city street
Panicked shouting, running feet
Told myself to stay calm - that I should not be too hasty
I saw the damage, bleak and stark
I heard a dog’s grief-stricken bark
As a thought flew through my mind - would we both get to safety
CH: War is never just a game
We point the finger, lay the blame
Watch the newsreels frame by frame
The day the soldiers came….
No more for us sweet summer rains
Spring flowers only on our graves
Far beyond the barren ruins of this senseless armageddon
For, we never heard nor did we see
Death high above the cruel debris
Life just ceased for us all in one shining second
CH: War is never just a game
Every time we fight it ends the same
Libya, Iraq now Ukraine
Why must my freedom be your pain
I wonder why things never change
History repeats itself again
I sit heartbroken filled with shame
While armies stand up and take aim
Your heroes wither in the flame
The day the soldiers came….
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UMvelinqangi
04:32
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The heavens are on fire, a raging, livid hue
Of tempered steel or twilight shades of black and blue
The air roars like a freight train or the crashing of the seas,
I feel it - hot and heavy, with foreboding and unease
Trees, like giant dancers putting on a show
Wave their arms in supplication as the tempest blows
All at once the lighting flashes, streaks across the sky
Then, the thunder rolls and crashes like an ancient battle cry
Umvelinqangi …..
The rain, the blessed rain is falling, rain is pouring down
Sheets of dappled water - the magician’s silver gown
I hear the rumbling drumbeat on the rooftops, on the ground
The deep, pulsating rhythm - the cacophony of sound
Ah, the sweet savannah grasslands touched by summer rain
I know these smells will stay with me forever in my brain
I am just a grain of sand upon the ebbing, flowing tide
Of these forces of creation - unpredictable and wild
Umvelinqangi ……
Mbaba Mwana Waresa
Abantu bakho bayezwa (your people hear)
Umoya iyasiculela (The wind/spirit sings for us)
Imvula iyasibusisa (The rain blesses us)
Suddenly, it’s over - the storm has come and gone
The air is fresh and clean again, my world is filled with song
For the birds that hid so silent as they sheltered in the fray
Now sing their jubilation to the wonder of this day
Umvelinqangi ….
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Good morning sun, good morning day
The weekend’s done, we’re on our way
We had some fun, wish we could stay
But, wheels keep turning
Oh, wheels keep turning …..
In bars we cram just like bookends
To have a dram with dear old friends
The songs we sang were bound to end
Coz wheels keep turning
Oh, wheels keep turning …..
And the stories, like the whisky, flowed
Of sailing ships and the steel railroad
Lovers spurned, all the mines that closed
The hero’s tale when wars explode….
Some say the truth is a paradigm
Bold certainty, just some nursery rhyme
Sweet freedom - mountains we must climb
And wheels keep turning
Oh, wheels keep turning …..
We raised our voices loud and clear
We laughed a lot, we shed a tear
Now, the Rammy’s gone, until next year
While wheels keep turning
Oh, wheels keep turning …..
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13. |
Open Up Your Eyes
03:57
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The month of March is here to herald in the spring
And warmer days ahead will hear the blackbirds sing
The geese are all returning, high, upon the wing
Heralding the coming of the spring
April’s sweet buds appear upon the Rowan tree
Rose coloured cherry blossoms beautiful to see
Blackthorn is busy with the buzzing of the bees
Flowers blooming for the world to see
Open up your eyes, my friends, just open up your eyes
Look around and see the changes - you will realise
Feel your heart awaken with each wonderful sunrise
And you will never let the coming summer take you by surprise
Celebrate the month of May, the swallows have arrived
Ten thousand miles they’ve come to build their nests and thrive
See their cunning sleight of hand, zigzagging as they dive
The magic swifts and swallows have arrived.
Every tree is fully cloth-ed come the month of June
You might sit serenely of a peaceful afternoon
Pondering life’s meaning and the sounds of nature’s tune
Ah, the majesty, the mystery of June
Open up your eyes, my friends, just open up your eyes
Look around and see the changes - you will realise
Feel your heart awaken with each wonderful sunrise
And you will never let the coming summer take you by surprise
Hold your breath and marvel at the colours of July
Countless shades of green against the endless blues of sky
Breezes that caress you like a spirit passing by
Of the seasons changing right before your eyes
And the brightly coloured wings of butterflies
As you marvel at the perfect summer skies
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There’s a story I know of a time, long ago, two brothers were born late December
Where the bleak blizzards blew, sunny days cold and few, ‘twas a winter that folk still remember
The townspeople cried for a mother who died giving birth to her precious cargo
The frontier was rough and the boys grew up tough in the Badlands you’ll find west of Fargo
They were sons of a man who had strong, calloused hands – he kept a few head on the prairie
He never forsook his deep faith in The Book - though, life certainly had made him wary
He helped them along, taught his boys right from wrong, never again did he marry
When his wife passed away, he was once heard to say, “There is just so much hope one can carry.”
CH: Now, the winds blow high and the winds blow low – the trees all must dance to its bidding
Seasons come and seasons go – tis forever the season for killing
From down in the south, there came news, word of mouth, of a war between brother and brother
Over free man and slave and the way men behave - the boys sat and talked these things over
As planets collide, they chose different sides believing they each had good reason
The thickness of blood turned to water and mud on battlefields there but for treason.
Deny or ignore, this despicable war slaughtered nigh on one million people
In July ’63, Meade and Robert E. Lee met in sight of the Gettysburg steeple
Where our man lost both sons, almost three hundred tons of lead slew a whole generation
Just three bloody days, fifty thousand erased, in a war that still divides the nation.
CH: And the winds blow high and the winds blow low – the trees all must dance to its bidding
Seasons come and seasons go – tis forever the season for killing
They say slavery’s gone, we all know they are wrong – it continues, alas, unabated
And still, we prefer to solve problems with war – build our shrines to the dead and ill-fated
We give daughters and sons to the powerful ones who decide what we live for and die for
Then cry out in vain to gods we have made for the freedom and peace that we squander
CH: Still, the winds blow high,
and the winds blow low – the trees all must dance to its bidding
Seasons come and seasons go – tis forever the season for killing
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