Songs
Movin’ On (The Leaving Song)
Change is blowing in the wind
A restless spirit rises in me
Not of muscle or bone
A simple feeling of what home is
There’s a refuge some place
A shadow on your face as you tell me
We’ll be happy, give it time
In spite of all that’s come between us
Feels like I’m sailing under water
I try to leave but I’m still here
Bless the mothers and the fathers
Whose fate is still unclear
Reeling in this autumn breeze
Is all I need for leaving
Take a minute, take it in
Time is all I have to give you
Late November - movin’ on
Frost is heavy on your window
Your fingers melt away a view
So you can see me leaving
I’m like a spirit on the water
Fair wind filling up my sails
Lift up the sons and the daughters
Whose fate will be revealed
Give and Take
One step forward two steps back
Turn off that talk track
Fate changes like the wind
Double down, start again
Talked it out since we began
Fantasy’s a losing hand
Play the game of “love me not”
Here and now is all we got
No matter where you go
Passion burns in the glow
Another day goes by
In this in-between state of mind
Let’s make up for lost time
We agreed when we met
What you give is what you get
Roll the dice, play the game
Risk and proof are the same
The world ain’t what we think it is
Baby it’s just what it is
But if I give and if you take
Then the world is what we make
No matter where you are
You shine like the morning star
Another day goes by
In this in-between state of mind
Let’s make up for lost time
No matter where you go
Passion burns in the glow
The hour is growing late
Good things come to those who wait
Let’s not hesitate
High
Back then we were breaking rules
Taking chances skipping school
Who cared if everyone thought we were fools?
Smoking grass gettin high
Wasting time just gettin by
Who’d have thought being young was so hard to do?
I couldn’t have made it through without you
Reel to reels college days
We were smart, we had things to say
Who was listening except me and you?
What’s that you always said?
“Who we are is what’s in our heads”
We took for granted that could be true
How did I fall from the graces of a friend like you?
Teeter totters summer days
Rain and wishes wash away
My children are grown - what happened to you?
Here I stand on my own
Who’s a friend? Who’s a foe?
I could use a new angel to give me a view
Lift me up high from this place, someone like you
The Dream
Take me, darling
Where you want to go
Who you want to be
Where all of the endings
Are like friends we know
Oh my little child
Did you hurt your knee?
Let me make it better
Put you on my shoulders
As it should always be
Is this the wheel or hands or sands of time?
Is it real? Is the dream my life?
Off in a field a far flung war rages on
Deep in the dream we are saved beneath the sun
Are we only dreaming?
Am I only dreaming?
Hey there sunshine
Do you have to go?
Clouds bring rain in spring
Crocuses are sleeping
Beneath new fallen snow
Travel on a moonbeam
Pale as faded gold
Rise up through the ceiling
I can’t shake this feeling
The dream goes on and on
Is it the wheel or hands or sands of time?
Is it real or is the dream a lie?
Off in a field a far flung war rages on
Deep in the dream we’re saved beneath the sun
Are we only dreaming?
Am I only dreaming?
Is this a dream of a dream of another life?
The Angel by William Blake; Songs of Innocence & Experience 1789
Angels of Alpha Centauri
Angel of mercy, where’s your mercy now?
Have it out with me
You’ve had it in for me
I’ve carried you with me
Through this troubled life
All the days I thought I needed you
Never there when I …
Where the hell was I?
Fought in a war to die
Came home feeling used
The angels have flown to Alpha Centauri
Shaking the dice on holiday
If they return we’ll sing their glory
If we remember the tune
Saving isn’t something angels do
They take themselves lightly
That’s how they fly you see
They don’t hand out mercy
We find it on our own
If we learn to take it all in stride
Mercy would simply be
Treading this Earth lightly
Not a big show to see
Just another sun gone down
The angels have flown to Alpha Centauri
Shaking the dice on holiday
If they return we’ll sing their glory
If we remember the tune
If we remember the tune
The Tide
People come, people go
We scratch our names in sand
It’s a tale we all know
We are stories in the wind
When we put ourselves to the test
What do we wish to prove?
That we are not like all the rest?
Or we have more to lose?
When the wind is at our backs
Time is on our side
Youth evades our slipping grasp
Like waves upon the tide
The flood destroys all we made
So goes the myth we know
The raging sea washes all awayThe tide forever flows
So do not worry over broken dreams
We will dream up more
When we all find our sleep
The tide inside restores
When the wind is at our backs
Time is on our side
Youth evades our slipping grasp
Like waves upon the tide
We must remember we are only here
Long enough to find our songWhen we sing it high and clear
Our tide will carry on
Maybe In October
Maybe in October
When the last wild fling’s over
You’ll let me hold you
As the night comes down
I want to be your lover
Friendship is a cover
Love is harder
As our days roll on
Wind whispers her sweetest desires
Shared with treetops as daylight retires
Our hearts beat a rhythm together so tender
Into the night we fade
You know my feelings
But cannot hold them
They drift away slowly
Like leaves in the Fall
Colors are bolder
Your lips are colder
Our hearts keep secrets
We never can tell
Wind whispers her sweetest desires
Shared with treetops as daylight retires
Our hearts beat a rhythm together so tender
Into the night you fade
I build a fire
Take in the choir
Let go of desire
Love myself
I’m not abandoned
With these night companions
Who remind me
Of where I belong
Wind whispers I know her desires
Lifts up my spirits as daylight retires
My heart beats a rhythm unique and tender
Into the night I fade
The Orchard
Take this fruit from Grandmother’s tree
It’s enough for you and me
Save the seeds, an orchard grow
What we do is what we know
Songbirds circle overhead
At dusk they settle in their beds
Among the apples growing sweet
Their love songs touch us in our sleep
The branch that’s bent so shall it grow
As the seasons roll on
All we dream and all we hope
Carries us on as the orchard grows
Babe's first steps upon the ground
Like an orchard make a sound
Of fruit falling from a tree
The sounds of home and family
Of summer leaves in a gentle wind
All the stories of our kin
The orchard teaches us to prune
Away the old to grow anew
The branch that’s bent so shall it grow
As the seasons roll on
All we dream and all we hope
Carries us on
Down in the root cellar
‘midst jars of summers yore
The roots of the orchard
Show us who we are
As the orchard grows
An Orchard In Spring by Claude Monet 1886