When I am weary, tired and worn
When the day on wings has flown
When dusk comes with hushed repose
When I lie, a wilted rose
Sing to me
When my heart is bruised and sore
When my voice cannot implore
When my tears streak down my face
When my fears need saving grace
Sing to me
Sing to me on lover's bed
Sing to me, my worries shed
Sing to me, sweet lullaby
Sing to me, don't ask me why
Sing to me
With lips close to shoulder bare
With hand deep in raven hair
With voice trembling in my soul
With melody to make me whole
Sing to ME
Sing to me for in your tone
Sleepiness to stars has flow
In tune whispered in my ear
Angel song of love I hear
Sing to me
It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.
The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.
"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.
For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.
The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.
A melody from yesteryear
Plays softly on the wind--
A mix of myrrh and honey,
A wistful sweet and bitter blend.
Fond memories of bygone days,
Of long departed friends.
Of hollyhocks and lilacs,
A reverie that never ends.
A vision of a one-room school
Set in a woodland glade--
Of children playing joyfully
There in a spreading oak tree's shade.
A farmer toiling in his field
Behind a horse and plow.
No air conditioned tractors
As modern farmers do it now.
A rustic, weathered, country church,
A Sunday morning bright
Glows fondly now in memory,
Bathed in nostalgia's hallowed light.
A barefoot boy with fishing pole
Beside a lazy stream.
A song in perfect harmony
Played in that golden summer dream.
Oh memories, sweet memories
Locked in my soul to stay.
Oh melody, sweet melody,
A haunting song of yesterday.
There's a part of me that still lives on the water
A part of me that you can never keep
Tears fill my eyes as I dream of the ocean
I see that island paradise in my sleep
My fishing boat lies sleeping in the harbor
Anchor weighing heavy on the ocean floor
I still miss all those nights at sea
My fishing boat will sail again no more
This was the life that I had chosen
From one port to another I would roam
Never stayed long enough to be familiar
Never knew a place I could call home
Sometimes I walk along the shoreline
Listening to her song out on the sea
That's when I know that someday I'll be leaving
The song she's singing is calling me
There is something magical in a night at sea
There's a million stars hanging all around
Untold stories lying behind me
New horizons yet to be found
Now that my sailing days are over
And my life is shifting gears
I can still resurrect those memories
When I taste the salt in my tears.
When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...
Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.
Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed
A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...
They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."
Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!
Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.
Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.
Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.
Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.
If I were a song bird
I'd soar on feathered wing
to light upon your window sill
my song for you I'd sing.
Each note I'd fill with tenderness
as much as I employ
if you would let me sing for you
I'd fill your heart with joy.
If I were a song bird
to you I'd sing my story.
If it would fall on willing ears
my sad heart would know glory.
Each note infused with sweetness
I would sing with all my heart
the songs you have inspired
right from the very start.
You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide
Through giant boulders you descend
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls
Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above
At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry
Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams
For Brian's contest
There are places I remember
Some I used to call my home
Family house behind the curtain
Tiny hotel room in Rome
There are people that I met
Walking down the path of life
Meeting some I do regret
Many still walk alongside
There were moments in my life
Many I admit were hard
Gone with a blink of an eye
Some I cherish in my heart
All those moments and those places
People that I know and knew
They’d lose meaning, color, flavor
If in my life there was no YOU.
(Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)
I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong