owls lay down beside it. Mourning doves breathe a sigh, as the shadow passes by. Chorus: Well well well - it's so hard to tell . There's a line between light
see me and cry Dogs bare teeth as I walk by. I don't see a veil between heaven and hell The truth is there's nothing but a warm light and singing. But
Daniel said traveling risky But the money awful good. When I get back we can finally Get ahead sure we could. He left the fifth of December Took our
Last night I dreamt you very near Though the night was dark beyond the glass. I knew you'd left before I woke But you'd fogged the window when you passed
First there is the folding in, To gather light and dark to you. The journey down so far that it, Has nowhere else to go but through. I thought if I tried
Martha walked right down to the dam, I hoe and a shovel in either hand. She was bound to dig for every woman and man, And child that lay sick with fever
Praise be that this thin mark, this sound Can form the Word that takes on flesh To enter where no flesh can go To fill each other's emptiness. To Words
borrowed El Camino, On a hazeless day in springtime I think the Cinco De Mayo. Maybe it was St Paddy's Or the Gay Pride parade, But I've never seen nobody light
It isn't fair, it isn't right. I've gone over and over the scenes in my head, Laid here awake half of the night. No it isn't good, and I can't let go
You can't always tell one from another. And it's best not to judge a book by it tattered cover. I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside. What
This is a story a very sad tale Of intrigue and romance and electronic mail A dangerous form of information, and the perils of instant gratification
The truth I knew when I was eight. My dad swam the length of Spirit Lake. It must have been a million miles. ThisI knew was true. My mother sang while
There's a ring around the moon, There's a chill in the air. There's a mean kind of justice, Coming down coming down. Angels wring their hands and put
Why do I worry so much, it can't add a day or year? It usually comes down to a matter of love or fear. I really don't know, and I can't tell you why.