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travel songs lyrics:
the daffodil principle
"the
daffodil principle" is the title of a short story by author jaroldeen
edwards.
clouds sheath
hill, road and mountain
from laguna to the lake
winding east to see my daughter,
fog rolls in as rainclouds break.
"oh, i'll come to see the flowers,
if I can ever find the time -
to leave the city with its towers,
and love myself enough to write these lines."
one woman, two strong
hands.
three weeks they'll bloom each year
for sunlight on five acres of land.
driving 'round the drizzly
mountain
like I hadn't done in years.
age had brought me hard-earned wisdom,
and gave me doubt and pride and fears.
I had come to see the flowers,
"but please, let's not take the time
to drive the road out to the valley."
but rose loved me enough to try.
now my daughter is a mother
for years with children of her own.
I'd made the time to see her,
to watch her and the children grow.
I'd come to see the flowers,
done my part and finally wrote this rhyme
to love my family like I should have,
and love myself enough to take the time.
misty grey turned brilliant
yellow
as the road broke through the trees
yellow swirls through hill and valley,
as far as our eyes could see.
I'd come to see the flowers,
with my daughter's hand in mine.
in the simple glory of that message,
"thirty years, one bulb at a time."
solvitur ambulando
"It
is solved by walking" thanks: Bruce Chatwin (and MH)
from the
streets of the eternal city
to french shipyard roads
to the rivers and the covered bridges,
and quiet country homes
to midnight trains and ferryboats
across the english sea
to the castles and the tall white cliffs
that stood to welcome me
to the hill and the sunset,
the gate above the town
to the houses and the forests
as i looked around
the moors
say:
"he who never travels
does not know the value of men."
for the people and the places
may never cross your path again
to the soldiers
in east german streets,
to the gate and to the wall
to the people and the dedication
that finally made it fall
to the grand' place and the marketplace,
the quiet small cafes
to the night on the beach
before i was on my way
to the australian
walkabout,
songlines through the sand
to the dreamers and the dreamings,
whose lives become the land
to the cooper hills, jamaica,
to the black hills, u.s.a.
to the mountains climbed
and the stories told by the ones
who still dream today
i say: "he who
never travels
does not know the value within."
for the people and the places
may never cross your path again
songbird
home is the sweetest spot i know
leave the heavy day outside
let mother heal your wounds
and watch your sweet rest
home is the dearest spot on earth
free from the dust of the street
let father hold you close
and lift you like a child and sing
where troubles melt like
lemon drops
and all your dreams and thoughts
are safe and warm as you watch
the rain in the yard
and music, sweet music plays
all the voices of the family choir
and like you always did,
you tell them of your joy inside, and sing
and like a songbird will,
you bless the hills and trees of home
and mother smiles as you light
the world with the songs you sing
so if home is the sweetest spot on earth,
why does it hurt me so
that your Father should
call you home so soon to sing?
war stories
why can't
we just sit a while,
out in front of a shop somewhere?
let the sun set behind us
into the banks of the seine
'cause we
all need someone
to listen to our war stories
a loving ear will make it better
when was
the last time
we shared a continent?
or a fancy-schmancy
hotel on the main?
'cause we
all need someone
to help us heal our war wounds
a loving ear will make it better
when was
the last time
we shared a continent?
or a picnic on the beach,
looking into the north sea night,
and i might wonder
where you are -
'cause we
all need someone
to listen to our war stories
a loving ear will make it better
close your eyes
poem:
gwendolyn griffin
"i sit dreaming of a train that goes to new orleans
in the nighttime - resting in arms soft and warm.
thinking not of the atrocities of the industry,
nor such petty things as grades,
but learning from the night and drinking in the day."
night train
from denver to new orleans
in the warm arms of a friend you hold so dear
and as your taillights blaze in the distance,
i still feel your spirit here
"come my friend, fly away with me -
"we'll be there by morning"
close your eyes, drink in the night
oh, that
i was once as young at heart as you are now -
and could find myself to fly into the night
and as you sit in an early morning cafe,
i walk alone through the snowy denver day
"come my friend, fly away with me -
"we'll be there by morning"
close your eyes, drink in the night
letters never
sent sit on the desktop,
songs we never wrote become your ow
as the city you've gone to breathe in swallows you,
on a quiet street corner, i play alone.
"come my friend, fly away with me -
"will you be there in the morning?"
i close my eyes, drift into sleep
mary
sometimes i feel like mary -
do my job and fade into the pockets of history
sometimes i feel like mary -
'cause we all do what we do, whether or not we are seen or heard
i'll take
it all in one moment of glory -
for two hours i'm here, and then i will go
and i will laugh, and i will cry with you -
i'll sing and i'll play, and then i'll go home.
'cause sometimes
i feel like mary -
do my job and fade on back into history
sometimes i feel like mary -
'cause we all do what we do, whether or not we are seen or heard
noone ever
saw her trying to write it all down -
she was trying to tell the world how it felt to be her
for that moment, we knew her -
and then she was gone. tell me - where did she go?
sometimes i feel like mary -
do my job and fade on back into history
sometimes i feel like mary -
'cause we all do what we do, whether or not we are seen or heard
bluer skies
"bluer
skies" was written by heidi howes. robin anderson and i both took
such a liking to it that we recorded it as well. consequently, you'll
find recordings of "bluer skies" on heidi's cd, "even
lovers drown," as well as robin's "reaper day"
as they sat
there on the bench,
watching cars go rolling by,
discussing all of their pain, and she tries to stop it,
but she starts to cry
and he takes her hand and kisses her,
and passes her the joint,
turns his head to the traffic,
and looks off sadly to another point.
by now it had grown quiet,
and deeper with their thoughts,
he said, "there must be a song out there,
to ease my bleeding heart"
she said, "i need to see my brother,
and my grandpa before he dies,
but i'm taking your love with me, my god,
i hope you realise -
this rain is only temporary,
just like tears turn to smiles -
say that you will wait for me,
and i'll bring back bluer skies."
so if you hear a voice, ringing from across the sea,
remember i'll be coming back with that perfect harmony.
"i need to see my brother,
and my grandpa before he dies,
but i'm taking your love with me, my god,
i hope you realise -
this rain is only temporary,
just like tears turn to smiles -
say that you will wait for me, and i'll bring back bluer skies."
robin's song
the sun breaks into the
silence,
light floods the valley and the trees.
larks sing to the waking rushes,
leaves are blown by the gentlest of breeze.
morning dew to grace your brow,
to bathe our naked feet as we walk…
let's sing a melody,
teach our voices to blend.
a song to sing together
as the grateful day begins
and when the evening's softest shadows
fall around us again,
this new world will sing praise to our love.
sun spills gold onto the hillside,
this ground we walk so soft and new.
you've told of jewels among the grasses.
I'll learn to trust your promises are true.
midday in may life,
and i've never felt this way before…
we'll sing a melody,
help our voices to blend.
a song to sing together
as the grateful day begins
and when the evening's softest shadows
fall around us again,
this new world will sing praise to our love.
sun sits low, now evening silence
reigns o'er the grasses and the breeze.
for all the creatures of the valley
rest has been loves kind decree.
evening in our life brings the grace
you had the wisdom to see…
we've lived a melody,
taught our voices to blend.
learned to sing together
as the grateful day begins
and when the evening's softest shadows
fall around us again,
this world sings in praise to our love.
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