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Little Bird
02:52
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Little bird sitting upon a branch
Will you fly my way and lay in my hand
I've been sitting too long
Thinking about my home
The shape it's in
Like a raging storm
Or you can just fly away from me
Go sit yourself down on the branch of some old oak tree
I'll just be sitting here waiting for you
To fly back to me
I got my roots planted in the ground
I got time in my way from leaving this dang old town
If I were a bird
Just for one day
I'd fly this coop
I'd be gone for to stay
But there's just one think that's keeping me
From leaving this town and traveling free
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To fly back to me
Little bird sitting upon a branch
Will you fly my way and lay in my hand
I've been sitting too long
With my wings clipped short
Bout time I left
When i'll be back, I'm not sure
There ain't nothing now keeping me
From leaving this town and flying free
I'm done sitting here waiting for you
To fly back to me
Yeah, I'm done sitting here waiting for you
To fly back to me
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2. |
Another Day
02:28
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Chorus:
Another start, another day
the night has gone away
the sun has finally shone
and the past as it may
seems like yesterday
no, you are not alone
well, the sun's shining beyond the hills
though the air's so deathly still
the creatures of night return to their caves
and the rooster crows first sight of dawn
the day is here, the night is gone
and the morning frost is shining away
chorus
as the hours pass and the day is spent
the things you do with the time you get
don't let your life be wasted away
use your time but use it well
don't mistreat your life don't abuse yourself
the sun'll likely shine again someday
chorus
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3. |
Old Oak Tree
03:23
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Old oak tree what have you seen
in the years you've had when your leaves were green
and the sap would flow through your woody veins
the times of past, of long ago
when your rings were few, and your branches short
and you'd reap the dew from your new spring leaves
The squirrels and birds you've given a home
when the streams would swell and the days grow cold
and the nights grow longer than one can sleep
and the seeds you bear to feed them all
to bring new life, new trees to spawn
and your children of sorts all growing at your feet
The kids swinging from your branch
and the sight of you from across the lands
would bring new home for those from afar
as long as you stand there both big and tall
the greatest tree amongst them all
with many rings to show your old age
Well old oak tree what have your seen
in the years you've had when your leaves were green
and the sap would flow through your woody veins
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4. |
Our Ship
03:15
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As we stand within our darkest hour
Remembering our last great woes
Catching all the tears we part
As our loved ones sail for home
They boarded their ships and sailed away
With Nie a goodbye nor so-long
To that bright land for to stay
Eternity’s years in love
Oh, Hark I hear the angels sing
For to guide our loved ones home
Great melodies amidst the plains
Of silence, fog, and stone
We cast our eyes amongst the waves
To make peace with where we’ve come
For our song won’t end until that day
When every note is sung
Our ship, our ship will always sway
As the waves beat upon the bow
The ocean’ll churn until that day
When we land on solid ground
A light I see, though far away
The land we’re destined for
My love, my dear I’ll meet you there
On that great land’s bright shore
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5. |
Pot of gold
02:19
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In this land
Of perfect dreams
Where the waters show
All the good to be seen
No lingering fog
nor pouring rain
Where rays of light
Beat upon the ground - where the trees don't shade
Where the streams
cease their wave
The ocean drops
And the flowers bloom
the birds sing out
In the endless noon
Where anything grows
But never too soon
Where a child's mind goes
In an empty room - With nothing to do
Where a creative mind sews
for to reap their due
In this land
Of perfect dreams
Inspiration grows
On trees it seems
And a wandering mind
it wanders alone
for to find
its pot of gold - yes it wanders alone
For to find
its pot of gold
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Anthony Scott Farris Hopewell, Virginia
"The Hopewell Troubadour"
Not too long ago in a galaxy right here, a young lad by the name of Anthony Scott
Farris picked up a guitar, then a ukulele, then a mandolin, then a banjo. Now he roams the streets of his home town playing music and spreading cheer!
I play music, this is here for a "tip jar" all music should be free with an optional payment.
Thank's for listening.
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