Here are the lyrics for the songs from the "On Rocks And Earth" album.
Bird
of passage
Fly little bird
fall is here
Winter is at the door
The cold and the dark
catch up to you
Southward you must go!
A prayer, my dear one,
I have for you
Soon you must return!
Tap on my window
if you come
in the midnight hour
But if I`m gone
when you arrive
this thing you must know
I am like you,
I am a bird
of passage in my world
By
The Light From Bethlehem
High up on a chair
pressing against the pane
A thousand stars are out
This must be the night!
The bag is gently packed
And he`s put his mittens on
"When will it arrive,
the star of Betlehem?"
Suddenly he spots
a shining star so bright
Bethlehem must be
behind that mountain ridge
"Dad, oh, there it is!
Please, help me with the bag!"
The gift so neatly wrapped
is for the little boy
"Child, that´s not a star"
His father carefully
explains that satelites
shine brightly too
"I don`t really care
if Satelite`s the name
as long as it can lead
me on my way to him!"
"Dad, I have to go,
I must bring them here
Please tell me that
they can stay with us
He can have my toys
yes, even my new truck
I`ll gladly share my bed,
give him my teddy bear!"
Into the world he ran
the star showed him the way
Doors left ajar
were entered one by one
By The Light From Bethlehem
Fathers And Sons
Until he came I couldn`t comprehend
the ways you`ve cared for me
But when he came my wishes centered
around
all his dreams and his needs
Until he came I didn`t think of my
privelige as your heir
But with him around I see us in the line
of sons and fathers through the years
A line of gold
A
line of gold, this line of gold
How
I love to see it glow
Let`s
lighten up his footpath
just
like you`ve lightened mine
Until he came I wouldn`t often say
that your prayers have led the way
But since he came I`ve prayed the live
long day
for God to keep his heart and soul
Until he came I didn`t truly see
how close our hearts are bound
With him around I know I do believe
in the golden bond from son to son
A bond of gold
A
bond of gold, this bond of gold
How
I love to see it glow
Let`s
lighten up his footpath
just
like you`ve lightened mine
Until he came I didn`t feel the weight
you bore when she was gone
But I am on the road that she once
marched
Can`t wait for him to walk along
On streets of gold
The
streets of gold, these streets of gold
How
I long to see them glow
Let`s
lighten up his footpath
just
like you`ve lightened mine
Let Me Rest
These shining eyes hold a great delight
A joy that left these shores
A joy we used to share
These shining eyes radiate a gleam
a light that had gone out
A light we used to share
Your shining eyes are new and haven`t
seen
the one I see in you
the one you´ll one day see
These shining eyes let me visualize
us being side by side
in past and coming times
Let
me rest in your gaze for a while
My Blue Ridge Mountains
These are my Blue Ridge Mountains and
they surround my Old Home Place
Come rest by the fountains in my Blue Ridge Mountains
Where the stars and the moon hold our gaze
Here is my own Maces Spring
And here are my old Shady
Groves
Above these hills eagles find
wings
And at night sweet music
unfolds in the coves
These are my Blue Ridge Mountains and
they surround my Old Home Place
Come rest by the fountains in my Blue Ridge Mountains
Where the stars and the moon hold our gaze
Here`s the Little White
Church in the valley
where we sing our Clinch
Mountain gospels
The Train For Glendale
leaves right down the alley
And The Old Gospel Train
will soon leave as well
These are my Blue Ridge Mountains and
they surround my Old Home Place
Come rest by the fountains in my Blue Ridge Mountains
Where the stars and the moon hold our gaze
Where the rivers are green
and The Grass Is Blue
Tears fill my eyes anew
My
Grandma
By the window a little girl waits
patiently
`cause on monday mornings grandma comes
around
The little girl is two and grandma`s
sixty-four
But they can talk in words both of them
easily understand
Under woolen blankets they stay safe
and warm
while they read her books again and
again
In bright colors they make drawings for
their friends
and the biggest one she wants her to take home for grandpa
Grandma,
grandma
Come
play with me
And
come here grandma
Come
watch me dance
And
grandma, grandma
My
grandma
While they watch one of their favorite
bluegrass shows
they point out the banjos, dobros and
guitars
And each with their own hymnal they sing
harmony
and with her mandolin she proudly plays
along with grandma
Once again she hears about them good
old days,
when grandma fell in love and gave her
vows to grandpa
She hears about when Jesus blessed the
little children,
and how He clothes the lilies and cares
about the little sparrows
Grandma,
grandma
Come
play with me
And
come here grandma
Come
watch me dance
And
grandma, grandma
My
grandma
On Prospect
Avenue
On this neighborhood block thirty
children woke up
they all knew one another by name.
They bound out of their homes and gathered
in the backyards
and planned the day`s activities and
games
Including dodgeball and softball, red
light - green light,
and a number of theatrical plays
And a three ring dreamlike circus that
spanned several lawns
Once
upon a time in a three bedroom home
On
Prospect Avenue
Lifelong
creativity evolved from free play
On
Prospect Avenue
By 8.30 am all the dads and their Fords
had left for their mysterious jobs.
But the smell of homemade meals and of
newly washed clothes
set the atmosphere on the street
When the dinner bells rang, and the
kids scampered home
and the lipstick was freshened up
the families ate dinner together
religiously
Once
upon a time in a three bedroom home
On
Prospect Avenue
Lifelong
creativity evolved from free play
On
Prospect Avenue
Few of the kids left the neighborhood
much
except for when they walked to school
they did errands on Saturdays and
faithfully attended
their house of worship on Sunday
morning
Surely life wasn`t perfect but fairly
predictable
with a steady manageable pace
Back in the time when phones had chords
and hung on the walls
Once
upon a time in a three bedroom home
On
Prospect Avenue
Lifelong
creativity evolved from free play
On
Prospect Avenue
On
Rocks And Earth
The farmstead at home I remember so
well
Each hill and path, each creek and crest,
was sacred ground to me
The house built with logs was like a
sanctuary
and around the fireplace we`d gather at
night
and listened to the wisdom of old
Come
home on rocks and earth
Leave
the loose soil,
come
rest around the hearth
The season of spring with goat sallow
flutes
And my father`s strong hand leading me through
the fields
until the sun finally set
The birch grove so sheltering and
flowers in bloom
and berry-shrubs climbing on rough
stone piles.
and the Lily of the Valley`s lovely
scent
Come
home on rocks and earth
Leave
the loose soil,
come
rest around the hearth
The wind of spring from home will always
be
behind me in the winter of life
reminding me this too shall pass
Quiet
Country Life
Through the woods in half-light
to a still part of the stream
where he waited for the woodsmen
to ferry him across
another mile before his
school house would appear
With cold feet but a good heart
he tried to take it in
And when school was over
the long walk home began
But the month of May held all that
a young mind could desire
The clover was like honey,
bird cherries like perfume,
the resin from the pine trees
the finest sweets around
Hearing the birds chatter
he knew them all by name
He recognized a lynx track,
and found antlers of a stag
When resting for a short while
on beds of reindeer moss
he listened to the wind sigh
in the broad-leaved trees
Four sheep`s distant bleating
in the fields at home
made him climb the last ridge
playful like a lamb
The cattle lowed loudly
knowing he`d come by
He sang for them while praying
the milk yield would be rich
Quiet
country life
Listen
to the sound of
sheer
silence in the late afternoon
Quiet
country life
Something Will Shine On
The forest is ablaze
with color in the fall
I gather while I sing
The flowers waste away
but the leaves are radiant
Some birds will always sing
although the leaves are gone
and many now have fled
the chilly nights of fall
when the days are getting shorter
Something
will always shine
And
something will light up
The
brilliant starry sky
And
sparkling crystals in the snow
Someone will heal and soothe
where there is grief and pain
Someone will wipe the tears
of sick and pale, white cheeks
Tender hands will caress
And mighty forces will
not fail though others may
Like torches they will shine
along your stoney path
`till the last night is over
Something
will always shine
And
something will light up
The
brilliant starry sky
And
sparkling crystals in the snow
While
Walking In The Country
Left the big city at sunrise
in need of space to gain some peace of
mind
Death had cast her dark shadow
on everything that we had believed
But sun beams were easing our worries
Bearing witness to light`s gained
victory
A stranger came up and with compassion
revealed how all once torn apart now
was healed
He acted as if he would leave us,
we begged him to stay, `cause nightfall
would soon be here
As he broke the bread and gave thanks
our eyes were opened and he disappeared
Left this small town at sundown
leaping across the high-yielding
countryside
We burst into tears as we found them
and announced: ”Every prophecy has been
fulfilled!”
While walking in the country
The
Risen One came to walk along
With Eight Or Nine Guitars
The meeting house at home
was painted in white and green
with grazing land around
and a brightly lit-up cross
Every Wednesday night
a prayer meeting took place
Songs of faith and hope
brought people to their knees
With eight or nine guitars,
and many a mandolin
a zither and an upright bass
it sounded like music from hills afar
We sang Amazing Grace
Rock Of Ages Cleft For Me,
Jesus Savior Pilot Me
and The Old Rugged Cross
The songs of Reverend Watts,
Crosby, Wesley and Black
are a language that we know
and a style we learned to love
With eight or nine guitars,
and many a mandolin
a zither and an upright bass
it sounded like music from hills afar
The the word was preached with power
acclaimed
by ”Hallelujah!”,
”Thank
you, Jesus!” and ”Amen!”
and
”Glory To Our God!”
And
as the Spirit fell
Holy
singing would rise
While
speaking and praying in tongues
He
revived us once again
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