Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine,
Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreamin’
Get out of the way, get out of the way,
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
It’s just another fine day, recall
Don’t follow me down, no more
As we rise we form
A new gold dawn
Every day, she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It’s just another day
Fade away
It’s just another day
Hit heaven far too high
Hit heaven far too high
Hit heaven far too high
Hit heaven far too high
Almost Heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze
The evening breeze caressed the trees, tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze, tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where a dead man called
Out for his love to flee
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
See the tree, how big it’s grown
But friend, it hasn’t been too long
It wasn’t big
I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it
Was just a twig
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade
Guess you missed knoodler’s post up there from last night…
We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom!
We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-rūna rūna rūna rom!
To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone;
Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come;
To Isengard with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we comе
I did; I usually look back two or three posts, and should have looked a little further back. 
Feel free to make up for it right now if you wish…
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
LOL Great minds think alike!
Now the valley cried with anger
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain-people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain, dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
“Peace on Earth” was all it said
There is no enemy
There are no sides that we can take
No cause and no effect
There is no flag that we can wave
And we walked through the gates
To the palace beyond
Although it was there
My name is the king was carved in the stone
“LOOK ON MY WORKS YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR”
Oh, my name, it ain’t nothin’, my age, it means less
The country I come from is called the Midwest
I’s taught and brought up there, the laws to abide
And that the land that I live in has God on its side