All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She’s getting ready to fly
Fly away
Fly away
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men
The roots were formed by twisted roots
Your roots were twisted then
I was re-born before all life could die
The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly
If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I
And tell me grey seal
How does it feel
To be so wise
To see through eyes
That only see what’s real
Tell me grey seal
Burn down the mission
If we’re gonna stay alive
Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
See the red flame light the sky
Burn down the mission
Burn it down to stay alive
It’s our only chance of living
Take all you need to live inside
All I need is just a little more time
To be sure what I feel isn’t all in my mind
Cause it seems so hard to believe
That you’re all I need.
You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul
My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You’re beauty and elegance
You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
You’re a symphony and a play
You’re every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me
Is love so fragile
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words
Impossible to follow
You’re saying I’m fragile
I try not to be
I search only
For something
I can’t see
I have my own life
And I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be walking out the door
Lovers forever
Face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me
My lace
And every time I’m missing you I just can’t let it show
And every time I want to cry, I just can’t let it go
Wine and song and masquerade and refuge holds me dear
Ribbons and lace and daisy chains
But there’s not enough heaven here
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean
Admiral Halsey notified me
He had to have a berth or he couldn’t get to sea
I had another look and I had a cup of tea and butter pie
(Butter pie)
(The butter wouldn’t melt so I put it in the pie)
Hands across the water
(Water)
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water
(Water)
Heads across the sky
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man who calmed the sea.
Take a look at yourself and
A you can look at others diff’rently
By puttin’ your hand in the hand
Of the man from-a Galilee.
Jesus walking on the water.
Sweet Jesus walking in the sky.
Sinking sand, took my hand, raised me up,
and brought me up.
I can hold my head up high.
Forty thousand headmen couldn’t make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind
I know just where my feet should go and that’s enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the Mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the Mystic
I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways,
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters,
Uninspired, drenched and tired,
Wail on, wail on, sailor.
She can see him on the jetty where they used to go
She can feel him in the places where the sailors go
When she’s walking by the river and the railway line
She can still hear him whisper
Let’s go down to the waterline
Even the old folks never knew why they call it like they do.
I was wondering since the age of two, down on Copperline.
Copper head, copper beech, copper kettles sitting side by each.
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach, down on Copperline.
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek, leaning heavy on the end of the week.
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake, down on Copperline we were down on Copperline.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin’.
“Fellas, it’s too rough t’feed ya.”
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
“Fellas, it’s bin good t’know ya!”
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
if they’d put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Mama stood cryin’ at the dockside
Sayin’ “Please son, don’t take this trip”
I said “Mama, sweet Mama, don’t you worry none”
“Even God couldn’t sink this ship”
Well, the whistle blew and they turned the screws
It turned the water into foam
Destination sweet salvation
Goodbye home sweet home
I’m in the dance band on the Titanic
Sing “Nearer, my God, to Thee”
The iceberg’s on the starboard bow
Won’t you dance with me
The devil’s right hand, the devil’s right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil’s right hand
Happiness is a warm gun.