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Arms Uncrossed
03:30
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I come only for you.
I come only to lose.
I come from somewhere distant and
I come from someplace lonely and tired.
See me in the doorway standing,
See me with my arms uncrossed,
See me totally revealing,
See me I am lost.
Will you still have the grace?
Will you ever show your face?
Will I ever look you in the
Eye? Will I ever be through and through true?
These are questions, only questions;
Statements may be false.
Leave my worries to the dust
And let the rain settle my thoughts
Shall I let myself be wandered?
Shall I let myself be humbled, and
Shall I cry for simple pain, and
Cry tears for any fear that remains?
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Little
04:33
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Early morning in the dark
Was born a tiny Christmas star.
Out of water into light,
Gift of wonder and delight.
Little like a drop of rain,
Little like a weather vane,
Little like a hurricane.
Little like a firefly,
Little like a waking sigh,
Little like the morning sky.
Until you fly with your own wings,
As we laugh and cry and sing,
God give us wisdom day by day
To help us help you find your way.
Your dancing eyes open so wide,
Your laughing voice, your winsome smile,
Your kicking legs, your waving arms:
You’ve won us over with your charms.
May your growing never cease;
May you walk the way of peace;
May you hear the still, small Voice;
In your Creator’s love rejoice.
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Making Salsa
02:25
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Find an old-time park with a merry-go-round,
A seesaw creaking up and down.
A picnic basket and a shady tree;
Let’s go baby, just you and me.
Or let’s drive truck, see the great big world,
Crisscross states like a patchwork quilt.
Grab the horn, grind the gears;
Let’s go, baby, I'll pedal, you steer.
But we don’t belong on a schoolhouse slide
And you know we’ll get bored if we only drive.
There’s a garden out back, calling our names:
Tomatoes are ready .... No time to play.
You peel tomatoes at the kitchen sink;
I’ll cut up the onions, cry and think.
Red-hot salsa on taco chips,
Sweaty arms and stinging lips.
You know we don’t belong on a schoolhouse slide
And yeah we’ll get bored if we only drive.
There’s a garden out back calling our names:
Tomatoes are ready, time to play.
So let the warm breeze in through an open door;
Find a country station on the radio.
Jars of new salsa boiling on the stove.
Hey there, baby, I’m glad we’re home.
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Guardian Angel
05:07
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I want to be your guardian angel,
Watch over you and keep you from danger.
I want to be your guardian angel,
Keep you as safe as a babe in a cradle.
I don’t want you to see anything that’s scary.
I don’t want you to be criticized unfairly.
I don’t want you to be lonely, rejected,
Or to know the dark of depression.
I want the sunshine and moonlight to guide you.
May your will to live ever grow stronger.
When you need help I hope you will ask it.
I’d hold you forever, this heart that’s outside of me.
All I can say is "I’m so sorry."
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Who You Are
03:16
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Shallow lines and promises I give you none.
I wouldn’t die without you; you’re not the only one.
I don’t think you’re perfect; you don’t worship me, but
All we’ve got is who we are and who we’re gonna be.
You’re the sunshine through a thunderstorm,
The porch light on a foggy night when I’m
coming home.
You’re the candle when the power’s out,
The moonlight from behind the clouds.
That’s who you are, that’s who you are to me.
There are things about us that we’d rather hide
Working themselves out from where we’ve had them
locked inside.
But years ago we vowed we’d never shy away;
We’re not always happy but ever after starts today.
When I’m down you hold me through the
sleepless nights.
You push the shadows back until the morning light.
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Scarlett
03:26
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She’s seen better days, with a pretty face.
The boys, they were all in love with her.
Back then she had her way, when she had her ways;
She could twist their hearts in two.
Her days, her ways, are tired lines across her face,
Ragged signs of one-time better days.
Her ways to play, a faded tune from yesterday,
A weary lovers’ song of better days.
The scarlet summer falls, ashen winter calls;
The wind, it chills her to the bone.
The skies are blue and gray; and now she’s
lost her way.
Her whole world is torn in two.
A moment of truth, her pride falls away.
She’s ready for love only now it’s too late.
She puts back on a pretty face--nothing’s left to say--
She sets a smile, and turns away,
bound for better days.
She’s seen better days, when just a simple phrase,
A smile made them think “invincible.”
Back then she had her way, when she had her ways;
She could twist their hearts in two.
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Autumn Song
04:40
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Take me home before the dark,
Before my time to leave has come and gone,
nights and days too long.
Take me home before the dark,
Before the windows fog, doors shut and barred,
things fall apart.
I can see my face in a couple of years
Staring back at me from a puddle of tears.
I can see the ways I’m going out of style.
I can see that people think I’m way behind.
I can see the way they try to be kind.
Not telling me it’s time to move on.
Take me home before the dark,
Before the sun, moon and stars fade into the sky,
swallowed by night.
Take me home before the dark,
Before the clouds return after the rain,
pouring again.
Take me home before the dark,
Before this dust returns to where it began,
just a grain of sand.
Take me home before the dark,
Before the last of my leaves crumble and fall,
autumn song.
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Turning Now
03:42
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A wispy strand of hair falling across my eyes;
A feeling of uncertainty without a reason why.
I brush it back and tell myself give it a try;
I close the door behind me under cloudy skies
A break in busy traffic so I cross the street;
The heavy weight of pavement solidly under my feet.
I hold my breath and slowly turn onto your walk;
I lift my fingers to your door and gently knock.
Turning now toward a love
I wonder how I lived without.
And humming as I go about
My way, forgetting every doubt.
Without a pause you reach for me and pull me tight;
You answer my unspoken question, “It’s alright.”
A wispy strand of hair falling across my eyes;
I lean into your arms and let the clouds roll by.
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Old Folks Song
02:21
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Red patch, blue patch, yellow green;
Orange juice, coffee, sugar, cream.
Window, nightstand, poetry;
Moonlight, sunlight, birds and bees.
Flowered cushions, stacks of books;
Ragged carpet, breakfast nook.
Morning news lands on the porch;
Crossword puzzle done by lunch.
Walking slowly, smell the scents;
Boxwood hedges, picket fence.
No time to hurry, stop, say "Hi";
Regular old folks, you and I.
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In Your Veins
04:49
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It’s not that daily life is overrated,
And you can’t imagine loving your kids more.
The job you’ve kept is hardly at the bottom,
But the here and now has lost its old allure.
All the times you have felt neglected,
And all the ways your life has let you down;
Sometimes you wake to find that you’ve been dreaming
Of being footloose ‘til you’re standing on the ground.
You think you want something that’s new,
Someone to gaze in your eyes of blue
And wonder how she lived this long without you.
You miss the thrill of fire and rain,
You crave the rush of romance in your veins,
in your veins.
The days and years are piling up until they blur.
If all is vanity what are you living for?
Monotony spreads dust all over your big plans,
And you’re fingering the measure of your
wedding band.
You almost grab the telephone
Call up a freshman high school flame from home.
They find you on the internet:
Memories, longing, and regret,
But you let them go; you let them go.
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Here
03:31
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Pedal along in the afternoon sun,
Little rise, little fall, little turn, almost home,
Little breeze in my face.
Soap suds bubble up in the sink,
Hot water frees my head to think,
Make things shine like new.
Not yesterday, not tomorrow,
Not three hours ago;
Red in the sky, rain on the window,
And a moment’s all we know.
Little girl spills her soup on the floor;
“Uh-oh. Can I have some more?”
I could either scream or smile.
Sunday hymns chill down my spine,
I know it’s time to toe the line.
Right now: Get up, shine.
Head hurts, eyes closed,
Still in my bed clothes,
Wish I was outside.
Last chance? Don’t know.
Goodbye, go slow,
Shadows in my eyes.
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The Clymer Kurtz Band Harrisonburg, Virginia
Grounded in the rural, small-town urban, and global mosaic of Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley, the Clymer Kurtz Band’s songs express fun and intensity, routine and whimsy, challenge and satisfaction – and a smattering of hopeful detours. The Clymer Kurtzes’ songwriting “has a high level of originality: lyrically, melodically and emotionally,” writes former music radio host Mel Lee. ... more
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