Jan 082014
 
songIntroduction
Back to the Sun is an updated compilation of original song lyrics written between 1973 and 2012. Having grown up in the South, and having lived in New England 20 years, my songwriting has been influenced by a variety of cultures and genres. Further, I have experienced both poverty and middle-class life. Exposure to a variety of cultures stimulates the creative impulse, I believe.

The themes of my songs include social justice, poverty-homelessness, romance, nature, and spirituality. I hope that many of these lyrics will resonate with you.

In addition to song lyrics, I also write prose-poetry and essays, and in the past produced extended, nontraditional, narrative haiku. My work has been published in about 60 periodicals and anthologized four times. My first book of song lyrics and essays on the creative process, On the Blue Ridge line, was published in 2010. I also have been involved in social justice work for most of my life, and have taught and counseled folks who have been touched by poverty or have disabilities. Currently, I am helping out in an alternative school in Asheville.

Back to the Sun is dedicated to my wife, Linda, for her encouragement and love.

1. A Country Café
I’m driving down from Asheville town on 25. I have no doubt, I have no fear and I feel alive. The night is young, and the moon is high. The mountains speak and the doves they cry. I have my dreams and the stars are blazing in the sky, in the sky.

I’m headed for a country café. I’ll play my song, for the joy of it, not pay. ‘Cause the people here are just pickers, too, they take old songs and make them new. Now I don’t care what the know-it-alls might say, and I don’t care what the cynical might say. I’m gonna share my dreams at the Ugly Mug Café. I’m proud to play for pickers at a country café, a country cafe. I’m gonna play for pickers in the Southern mountain way, and it’s here I’ll stay.

2. Ain’t Gonna Quit
So many, many years have passed, I sometimes finished first, sometimes finished last. I played the game of basketball but I ain’t always played the game of life too well. I’m driving with the ball that’s shaped so round, ain’t gonna quit till I find a heaven to shoot around.

Poor kid in a rich man’s town, shoots the ball for free until the great big sun goes down. So many, many dreams have crashed. I sometimes thought my shot for fame would always last.

Moved to Atlanta in ’74, ain’t gonna enter God’s heaven through no narrow door. Still one ball player on the vacant lot, still no pretty woman to cheer me on, that ain’t so hot.

So many, many times I’ve said, I wish that I was back in school. That child is dead. I ain’t quit trying to change my life. I’m looking for a steady job, and a loving wife.

I’m driving with the ball that’s shaped so round, ain’t gonna quit till I find a heaven to shoot around. I played the game of basketball but I ain’t always played the game of life too well.

3. All is Fulfilled in You
All my hopes and all my dreams, all my filled with passion scenes, all the colors of nature scenes, all is fulfilled in you. All of life’s mystery, my wildest scenes, all of my hopes and all of my dreams, all of the colors of nature, it seems, all is fulfilled in you.

I have never known a love so free. You shared your love beneath the cottonwood tree. All of my quest for integrity, all is fulfilled in you.

All of my journeys to the East and West, all of my seeking for a home to be blessed, all of my trials, courage put to the test, all is fulfilled in you.

I have never known such ecstasy. You shared your love beside the raging sea. You are the woman to stand beside me. All is fulfilled in you.

4. America, America
Where are the people who care about the land? Where are the people, willing to lend a hand. America, America, my heart remembers when we put aside our differences, we dared to dream again.

Where are the people who care more about what’s right than lying or manipulating or stealing in the night? America, America, my heart remembers when we stood beside the innocent, when greed was still a sin.

America, America, my heart remembers when we weren’t afraid to speak our minds. We dared to dream again.

5. A Quiet Country Town
Life may not have turned out exactly as I planned. The wind: it blows in from the sea: disturbs the drifting sand. But I believe in miracles and I believe in love. I feel a spirit move beneath the blazing stars above.

I may be in my middle years. Some say I’m growing old. I may have crashed a time or two. The city feels so cold. But I believe in miracles and I believe in you and I believe together that our life can be renewed.

Let us travel in this moment to a land where strangers speak, to a home within the country where our hearts and minds can seek. Let us make a new beginning. Let us finally down, in a place where dreams are shared by all, in a quiet country town.

6. A Touch of Green
There is a girl with ebony eyes who came from a troubled and distant land. Lost and alone, weary to the bone, the city she has come to is a castle built with sand.

Her bare and single room, it feels just like a tomb. Her hope to make a new life, it may fail.

Blow wind, blow, may your spirit help her grow. May you safeguard

her desire to be free. She needs a steady job, she needs someone to love,

to play the music of her soul, a touch of green.

7. Back to the Sun
All I have hoped for, babe, and all I have dreamed, all I have come to know and all I have believed. I want to share with you all I have become. I want to take you back, back to the sun.

All the things I’ve seen, babe, and all the things I’ve done. All the times I’ve stood and fought, all the times I’ve run. I want to share with you all I have become. I want to take you back, back to the sun.

Won’t you come back with me to the South where I lived, where the night seems to breathe and the earth seems to give? I want to share with you all I have become. I want to take you back, back to the sun.

With your child we have struggled to live and stay warm. In the city we have toiled through the winter, through the storm. I want to share with you all I have become. I want to take you back, back to the sun.

All of the present and all of the past, I want to share with you memories that last. All I have written and all I have sung, I want to take you back, back to the sun.

Won’t you come back with me to the South where I lived, where the night seems to breathe and the earth seems to give? I want to share with you all I have become. I want to take you back, back to the sun.

8. Ballad of Joe Malone and Me
When Joe Malone rides out one night exploring destiny, will fate demand he sell his soul or rescue you and me?

A homeless man, a ragged car, a fallen family tree, will fate demand he sell his soul or share his love for free?

You know, homelessness is no fun game that’s played with ecstasy.

A shelter is not filled with love, it’s just an agency. Now don’t pretend it cares for you, it serves you bitter tea. A shelter is a place to sleep for folks like Joe and me.

His father drank himself to death somewhere in Albany. Did fate demand he sell his soul, then die in misery?

His mother shut the door on him when he was 23. Did fate demand she hide her face, prolong his agony?

Will someone liberate the son or throw away the key? Will fate demand he sell his soul or share his love for free?

Will Joe soon pawn his sweet guitar along with mystery? Will fate demand he sell his soul or share his love for free?

The loan sharks snare the desperate poor, the folks like Joe and me. Will fate demand we sell our souls or save integrity?

When Joe Malone rides out one night exploring destiny, will fate demand he sell his soul or rescue you and me?

9. Be a True Friend If You Dare (a song for at-risk teens)
Well, I want to tell you kids a story about a man I met one day, in a shelter in Northampton, Massachusetts, USA. He had a gentle, simple manner, but he lived a hard and crazy life. He never saw his son in Wooster and I don’t think he had a wife.

He helped me get acquainted with the danger of the street, to walk about in winter while avoiding frozen feet. I knew he had a problem. He stuck a needle in his arm. I knew he could be shady, but he never did me harm.

The man I’m telling you about was a medic in Vietnam, He could not leave his pain behind, and yes, he gave a damn. Before I had a chance to tell him just how much I really cared, I found him overdosed one day. My gift to him went unshared.

I wish I had had the courage to reach out to him back then. I would have tried to get him help with the battle he could not win. Sometimes in life we all need help and someone to be there. Be that someone who will reach out, a true friend, if you dare.

10. Chattanooga Morning
Chattanooga morning, no one stirring in this sleepy Southern town. You drive on to the cafe, in the gray mist. Your heart is empty, and your soul, it feels torn down.

Alone there at the back table you scratch out some simple words, trying to imagine a mournful but tender sound.

The waitress drifts over to tell you about her new boyfriend and the purity and passion she finally found.

Time slowly passes, you lay down some money, burying the pain. You tell the waitress goodbye, walk out into the gray mist, the cold, incessant rain.

Get back on the interstate, it’s a long way to Cordele, the radio stays silent ’cause the music you can’t feel.

How is it you have come to this place of solitude, to this life without a family, to this hollow interlude?

Where is the quiet girl who occupied your dream, object of devotion, when you were yet a teen?

11. Deep Water
Deep water, spring water, a pure and flowing stream. Deep water, spring water, makes me feel so serene.

Deep twilight, blue twilight, silence and mystery. Deep twilight, blue twilight, growing in my dream.

Why worry about tomorrow, the future can’t be foreseen. Deep water, deep twilight, make me feel so serene.

Deep desire still unfulfilled, lonely is your life without me.

Don’t worry, I will find you, true love will be our destiny.

Deep water, spring water, a pure and flowing stream. Deep water, spring water, makes me feel so serene.

12. Don’t Be Afraid to Lift Your Voice
Don’t be afraid to lift your voice, God has made our hearts to sing, even though it ain’t allowed in prison. Don’t be afraid to take a stand, make our freedom bell to ring. Music gives us joy, our souls have risen.

Any unfree hell can be a prison. Music gives us joy, our souls have risen.

Don’t be afraid to be yourself, God has made us all unique, even though it ain’t allowed in prison. Don’t be afraid to take my hand, tear down walls and cast out hate. All we need each moment has been given.

Any unfree hell can be a prison. Music gives us joy, our souls have risen.

So many nights behind these bars, far from the Mason-Dixon line. I ain’t felt rested since I left Kentucky. So many fights, so many scars, this blood-stained Detroit city sign. My darling still may miss me if I’m lucky.

Any unfree hell can be a prison. Music gives us joy, our souls have risen.

13. Down This Road
Lonely and scared, wandering the street, dressed in baggy pants with tattered shoes upon my feet. Scared to talk to strangers, of the evil I may meet (this ain’t the first time). I’m going down this road, down this road again.

Dreaming of a beauty, Southern woman far away. Hoping for a miracle, in this city colored gray. Willing to lose everything, the price that I must pay (this ain’t the first time). I’m going down this road, down this road again.

Driven to a shelter, there’s no place else to stay, trying to enjoy these rancid grits upon my tray. Cornered by a minister who tries to help me pray (this ain’t the first time). I’m going down this road, down this road again.

Trying to resurrect the world that I once knew, the wind upon my face beside the ocean streaked with blue. Trying to regain some peace, my world is so askew (this ain’t the first time). I’m going down this road, down this road again.

14. Feel the Winter Come
I feel the winter come, I feel it in the sky. Within the autumn dusk, the fading geese must cry, the geese must cry.

I feel the love I feel, I feel it in the sky. Within the forest deep, the colored leaves must lie, the leaves must lie.

I want you here with me, beneath the autumn sky. I want to stroke your cheek, to sooth your tired eyes, your tired eyes.

This very moment now, I want you by my side. I want to touch your lips, to hear your tender sighs, your tender sighs.

15. I Will Stand (for Barack Obama)
I will stand with this good man, I will stand with you, my friend, because he calls on us to dream again.

I will stand with this good man, though we may lose and we may win, I will stand with you, my friend, because he calls on us to dream again.

I will stand with this good man because he calls on us to end the strife at home, renew the spirit of hope in our great land.

Yes, we’re willing to fight, but we’ll fight fair. Speaking truth to power

is something rare.

I will stand with this good man, because he does not counter hate with hate, because he knows that justice will not wait.

I will stand with this good man, if we succeed the people win. I will stand with you my friend, because he calls on us to dream again.

16. Keep on Rolling, Son
When your strings keep on breaking, you know, when your soul keeps on aching. When your life seems empty and they say you failed

on another job. Now, keep on rolling, son, and don’t you ever look back.

There’s a song only you can sing and a woman to love.

Don’t you ever stop believing that miracles can happen. Hope can be renewed. I know you’re strong. Don’t you ever stop believing that miracles can happen. Now you’re riding ‘neath an endless river of stars.

17. Let Her Sleep On
I think the night has come to an end. I think the night has come to an end. I think the night has come to an end. Let her sleep on. Let her sleep on. Let her sleep on.

She looks so beautiful as she sleeps. She looks so beautiful as she sleeps. Dressed all in blue, she sleeps like a child. Let her sleep on. Her spirit renew. Let her sleep on.

Now that she has showed her wild side, now that she has showed her wild side, there’s nothing left for her to hide. Let her sleep on. I love her still. Let her sleep on.

I’m leaving now, I close the door. I’m leaving now, I close the door. I hope without disturbing her. Let her sleep on. Let her sleep on. Let her sleep on.

18. Lonely Days and Lonely Nights
Lonely days and lonely nights, no one here, turn out the lights. Still my heart will not turn back on you. Somehow in this empty space I feel your warmth, I sense your grace. Your gentle spirit makes my life brand new. The simple girl, the one I need, who shares herself in word and deed is you. All I hope for and desire, the dream that fills my heart with fire, all I have revealed to only you.

In the autumn light so clear, I’ll give myself, I’ll draw you near. Whatever may arise, I’ll say what’s true.

19. My Friends are all Simple Folk
My friends are all simple folk, doing the best they can, sometimes afraid to be themselves, sometimes don’t give a damn. They are all stars, I tell you, blazing in the sky, but they keep their iron will hidden deep inside. They are all tame, and they are all wild, rough as sandpaper but gentle with a child.

My friends are all simple folk, doing the best they can, standing by their woman or standing by their man. They are all stars, I tell you, blazing in the sky, but they keep their iron will hidden deep inside.

20. Sweet One
This love that I feel, it’s not about possession. This love that I feel, it’s not about greed. It’s been a long, long road with many miles in between, my sweet one and me.

This love that I feel, it’s wider than the galaxy. This love that I feel, it’s deeper than the deep blue sea. It’s been a long, long road with many miles in between, my sweet one and me.

The world, it may be touched by some deep sorrow. The world, it may be touched by some real pain. But if you walk outside at night and you feel the lightning flash, you’re gonna smell that cool and healing rain.

This love that I feel, it grows stronger every day, It’s like a wild and beautiful flower growing up from a little bitty seed. It’s been a long, long road with many miles in between, my sweet one and me.

21. New England Man
There is an old New England man, still he teaches how to sail, waves and tide are always new to him. Still he teaches folks like me how to shed my misery, turn my furrowed face to sky and wind.

Old New England man is he, Irishman on drifting sea. How is it that he can still survive? Still he teaches folks like me how to shed my misery, turn my furrowed face unto the sky.

The roaring sea, the crashing waves, the moon at night, the dream that saves, the fishers cast along the shore, their lanterns gleam forevermore.

There is an old New England man, still he teaches how to sail, waves and tide are always new to him. Still he teaches folks like me how to shed my misery, turn my furrowed face to sky and wind.

22. Now Less is More
In this dawn, I feel the silence. I am alone, but not afraid, ‘cause I still play the quiet music. The spirit rises, it will not fade, it will not fade.

For many years I took the highway that led to strangers who did not care. Pursuing passion, I courted danger. I could have fled, but did not dare.

I could have left that Northern city and rode the Greyhound back to my home, but strange addictions, they stole my reason, with faceless strangers I had to roam.

After dark fate took my possessions, I used my last dime to make a call.

I faced the truth, my cup was empty. I had no answers, I hit the wall.

But in the end, I found a shelter, came to my senses, now less is more

I took some time to heal my spirit and left pretension at the door.

23. One White Boy
One white boy, all alone, in 1962, caught between the wrong and right, whatever will he do? Father died the other day, a man he barely knew. Mother drank her life away, and drank his spirit, too.

KKK was on the rise, the dragon marching through. One white boy stood up to them, they called him “nigger-Jew.”

Tallahassee was the place: the memory seems new: one black boy played ball with him, confided in him, too.

One white boy, all alone, in 1962. One white boy without a girl, the sky is changing hue.

24. On the Blue Ridge Line
I’m gonna be traveling, be traveling on. I’m gonna be searching for the truth and singing my song. I’m gonna make the future real, leave the past behind. I’m gonna take my woman with me to the Blue Ridge line.

We’re gonna dream so fine.

Now it don’t matter what the future may bring. In the fire of the dusk

we’re gonna make our hearts sing. We’re gonna share life’s mystery with the people we find. We’re gonna make our final stand near the Blue Ridge line.

I’m gonna share my simple songs with folks so true, a guitar man who I met. We’re gonna play it blue.

25. Open to the Rain
You are like a flower in the desert, open to the rain. I am like a lover in the darkness who tastes the sweetest pain. Yes, I want to travel with you to the mountains far away, share your pleasure, be your soul mate, don’t you worry, I will stay.

You are like the haunting dove at twilight, invisible and free. I am like the lonesome train at midnight, enclosed by destiny. We are dancing into the future, bathed in starlight, pure and cold. We are holding hands forever. Now our pleasures will unfold.

26. Proud to Call Tennessee My Home
Proud to call Tennessee my home, a place where I don’t ever feel alone.

Strangers seem to understand the hunger of a rootless man, proud to call Tennessee my home.

Glad that here I chose to make my stand. Folks are not afraid to shake my hand. Glad to see the red sun rise upon this precious land and sky, proud to call Tennessee my home.

A man forever wandering is blessed to find a place of peacefulness and rest, a place to watch a great bird soar, a mountain that I can explore, proud to call Tennessee my home.

A place where I can dream again and plan, day by day a harder working man, a simple life, a quiet need, a place to love, to plant a seed, proud to call Tennessee my home.

27. Seneca, At Dawn (for Linda)
Seneca, at dawn in the new mist, the stillness of the green fields, yes, finally our spirits are renewed.

Seneca, at dawn, O the mystery of our meeting in the desert, finally we have shared our burdens, too.

Seneca, at dawn, it feels like I am living for more than just myself. Finally I have joined my life with you.

Seneca, at dawn, in the new mist, the stillness of the green fields, yes, finally our spirits are renewed.

28. Silence in the Wind
Sitting in the darkness, up at three a.m., staring at a streetlight, my mind is, wandering, wandering again. Just how many places have I tried to settle down, reflecting on the universe in this one-horse Southern town.

I used to think the answer lay upon some passing train, traveling forever

and capturing, capturing my brain. But finally I’ve discovered

the sound of endless silence in the wind, a woman who accepts me, a child who I care for and a friend.

There’s the question of tomorrow and sweet sadness in the past, there’s the wisdom that I long for and the fortune I have cast.

But finally I’ve discovered the sound of endless silence in the wind, the woman who accepts me, a child who I care for and a friend.

29. Song for a Traveler
You’re just an American traveler, stranded by the road, searching for your destiny. I want to share your load. You’re just a lonesome stranger, I wish that you could see that I have come to ease your pain, and God has set you free.

Deep within this winter night you’re searching for the song to make your spirit rise above despair you’ve felt so long. Stranded on the shoulder in this sleepy mountain town, lost within your innocence. The tavern has shut down.

Searching on the radio for voices to relieve the hopelessness you feel inside, for someone to believe. Stranded in America, I wish that you could see that I have come to ease your pain, and love has set you free.

30. Song for a Working Man
My pockets are almost empty but my soul’s on fire. I ain’t got a woman to hang out with, but I’ve still got my spirit, I’ve still got my hope and I’ve still got my desire.

I’m sitting in the darkness now, just yearning for the dawn, and I’ll still be here when the heartless and the phonies and the greedy and the sycophants meet their fate and their fortune’s long gone.

Yes, I’m a music man. I don’t make much money, but I’ve still got my conscience and I’ve still got my vision, I’ve still got my friends and no one’s gonna stop me from singing my song.

You know, any man or a woman with a conscience can surely see that if we allow anyone in this country to be enslaved or abused or imprisoned without cause or not allowed to speak their minds that none of us is free.

Yes, I’m still waiting in the darkness and yearning for the dawn, and there’s no one gonna stop me from holding my head high and living with a purpose and making mountain music, yeah singing this song.

31. Stranded In a Café
Stranded in a cafe in New England, seeking shelter in a Southern kind of town, stranded in a blizzard but it really doesn’t matter. In the spirit you have heard from one you love.

Somewhere in the mountains you are stranded in a café, sheltered from the ruthless and the blind. Stranded in a blizzard but it really doesn’t matter. She is trusting and forgiving, she is kind.

A lonely cafe beckons upon the Mohawk trail, just sixteen miles from Greenfield, through snow and sleet and hail. Its light will shine forever for the desperate and the lost who blithely courted danger and now must pay the cost.

There are many kinds of faces in the shelter of a café, weather-beaten people who have stolen, dreamed, and cried. Many kinds of failures but it really doesn’t matter. Strangers are protected by the weather-beaten people who have stumbled in the darkness and survived.

32. The Bridge of Stone
I see you on the bridge of stone, pacing up and down all

night, to keep your feet from turning numb, brandishing the barrel of a cold steel gun. I see you, son.

It don’t matter what you’ve done: I’ve done it too. I am the same as you. You’re barely fifteen. How much degradation have you seen?

I see you on the bridge of stone, in the heart of Stafford Springs. Love and pain are all around. It don’t matter what you’ve done. I’ve done it too. I am the same as you. You are God’s precious one.

33. The City Called Anonymous
All I’m doing, babe, is running from myself, when I go out on a Friday night like this. Searching for a woman that I’ve already found, lost within a city called Anonymous, Anonymous.

All I’m doing, babe, is running from myself, when I go out on a crazy night like this. Searching for a woman that I’ve already found, lost within a passion filled with emptiness, emptiness.

All I’m doing, babe, is trying to make you see that I can’t love just anyone like this. I’m trying to be truthful and I’m trying to make things right. I’m trying to give myself in tenderness, tenderness.

34. The One I Need is You
Lonely days and lonely nights, no one here, turn out the lights. Still my heart will not turn back on you. Somehow in this empty space, I feel your warmth, I sense your grace. Your gentle spirit makes my life brand new.

The simple girl, the one I need, who shares herself in word and deed is you.

All I hope for and desire, the dream that fills my heart with fire, all I have revealed to only you. In the autumn light so clear, I’ll give myself, I’ll draw you near. Whatever may arise, I’ll say what’s true.

The simple girl, the one I need, who shares herself in word and deed is you.

Lonely days and lonely nights, no one here, turn out the lights. Still my heart will not turn back on you. Somehow in this empty space, I feel your warmth, I sense your grace. Your gentle spirit makes my life brand new.

35. The Other Side
Once in the darkness when I did awake, I knew I had dreamed of a shimmering lake. I knew I’d been called, I know I can’t hide. Let us cross over to the other side.

Often I’ve wondered just how it could be that children must suffer, that parents can’t see. How can we turn from our conscience inside? Let us cross over to the other side.

You see all the fighting, the people are torn. The poor, they have hunger, the leaders have scorn. I know God can change them, can break their fierce pride. Let us cross over to the other side.

The people of China, how do they dare: they’re fighting for freedom in Tianeman Square. Let us join with them. Let us now try. Let us cross over to the other side.

Let us not worry. Let us not hate. Let us go forward. Why should we wait? Let us have courage. Let us decide. Let us cross over to the other side.

36. The Diversity Song (for children)
Some people like the city. Some people like the farm. Some people like it cold. Some people like it warm. Some people like it clear. Some people like a storm.

It takes all kinds of people to shape the changing world. It takes all kind of talent, and lots of work to do. It takes all kinds of color, and lots of shades of light. Just be yourself and you will be all right.

Some people like the facts. Some people like to dream. Some people are round. Some people are lean. Some people stay quiet. Some people like to scream. There are simple people. Some are complicated, too. There are those who love tradition. There are those who crave the new.

It takes all kinds of people to shape the changing world. It takes all kind of talent, and lots of work to do. It takes all kinds of color, and lots of shades of light. Just be yourself and you will be all right.

37. The Face of Evil
The face of evil is an ordinary face. The evil man is subtle: he makes underlings give chase. He hides his true intentions ‘neath a mask, a phony smile. He only seeks to crush your hope, your spirit to defile. He loves to scare the weaker, he’s the bureaucrat on top, to confuse the endless seeker, and his envy will not stop.

The evil man will twist your words. He’ll bare his steely knife. The evil man will gain your trust, then steal your precious life. The evil man is subtle. He makes underlings give chase. He loves to work behind the scenes. He’s impossible to trace. When evil comes, it strikes when you are unaware. Evil is a coward. Face it down, if you truly care.

38. The Spirit Sets You Free (for teens)
I believe the spirit sets you free. All your hopes and all your dreams, all your prayers and all your schemes may bear fruit or they may change. Life’s a mystery, and sometimes strange.

But if you always strive to love and you always seek the truth, you will grow in wisdom, keep the spirit of your youth. Yes, the spirit will set you free.

39. Then We Will See
Now I’m alone, it’s after midnight. My heart is still, I hear a train. It carries me to unknown regions. The truth I seek and cannot change.

Now in the faint light, before the dawn breaks, I strum guitar and feel my song. I search my conscience, my cold distain has caused you anguish, the truth is plain.

My dreams are many, your hopes are few. Our hope resides

in what we do. I cannot change you, it’s up to me to show compassion, then we will see.

40. Up in the Distance
Up in the distance, you see a bend in the highway. The red sun is glowing and soon it will fall. There are a thousand lights gleaming on this Georgia highway. There’s a ribbon of darkness to carry you on.

Up in the distance, there’s a job that is waiting, a strong arm is waiting to carry some load. There are a thousand lights gleaming on this Georgia byway. There’s a woman who’s waiting for one man to love.

You should be sad that you’re alone but you’re not sad at all. A new life’s waiting you just feel glad for one last chance to live the dream you’ve been so long anticipating.

Up in the distance, you see a bend in the highway. The red sun is glowing and soon it will fall. There are a thousand lights gleaming on this Georgia highway. There’s a ribbon of darkness to carry you home.

41. War is Not Conveyed
War is not conveyed by a simple photograph. It is not conveyed by the innocent child. War is not conveyed by the one who’s lying down, who seems totally, totally alone with her pain. War is not conveyed by the exploding shell, the child’s death or her mother’s scream. The child in the photograph is reaching out to you. She tries to understand but innocence can’t.

War is conveyed by our passivity, our failure to act peacefully on what we see. War is conveyed by our passivity, our failure to be one as we were meant to be.

The battle starts and blood is shed long before the first shot is fired. The battle starts when justice fails and freedom-loving people grow tired.

War is conveyed by our passivity, our failure to act peacefully on what we see. War is conveyed by our passivity, our failure to be one as we were meant to be.

Save the innocent child. Protect the innocent child. Save the innocent child. Protect the innocent child.

42. Where Are the People
Where are the people who care about the land? Where are the people, willing to lend a hand? America, America, my heart remembers when

we put aside our differences. We dared to dream again.

Where are the people who care more about what’s right than lying or scamming or stealing in the night? America, America, my heart remembers when we stood beside the innocent, when greed was still a sin.

America, America, my heart remembers when we weren’t afraid to speak our minds. We dared to dream again. The world is changing faster, can we remain the same, tolerate injustice and we play the blind man’s game?

43. Where Would My Spirit Be?
All my life I’ve been searching for a woman just like you, so wild and free, so soft (bold) and warm, so filled with light, like a summer storm.

I like the way you smile. I like your innocent glance. I like the way you tease. I like your graceful dance. I love the way you talk so sweet and low to me. If you had not reached out, where would my spirit be?

All my life I’ve been searching for a woman just like you, so wild and free, so soft (bold) and warm, so filled with light, like a summer storm.

I like the way you laugh. I like the way you tease. I like the way you sway like the summer trees. I love the way you talk so sweet and low to me. If you had not reached out, where would my spirit be?

All my life I’ve been searching for a woman just like you, so wild and free, so soft (bold) and warm, so filled with light, like a summer storm.

I like the way you touch. I like the way you please. I like the way you move like the summer breeze. I like the way you talk so sweet and low to me. If you had not reached out, where would my spirit be?

44. With My Son (for Michael)
I am together with my son who lives in Tennessee. In the Northern wilderness he comes to visit me. We are searching for a lake that no one else has seen. In the silence of the dawn, my son has turned fifteen.

Memory: the one that lasts: it still envelops me: how we dared traverse the frozen face of destiny.

Though many dreams have passed away, and many trials we’ve seen, I still want to spend time with him though miles intervene.

Yes, some storms have raged, my child has grown, he’s learned through pain some truths I’ve known. Though time has passed, our lives transformed, our spirit-quest shall be reborn.

I am together with my son who lives in Tennessee. Upon the frozen face of glass, our timid souls set free.

45. Prior Publications
  • A number of these lyrics are in my book, On the Blue Ridge line, which also includes essays on creativity and personal growth.
  • A number of these lyrics are in my book, Deep Water.
  • Some of these lyrics are on my Open Salon blog.
  • Allied Sound Productions (2001)
  1. The City Called Anonymous
  2. Deep Water
  • Etzy website (2008)—
  1. I Will Stand
  • Haiku Reality (Serbia , 2004)
  1. Down This Road,
  2. Up in the Distance
  3. Stranded in a Café
  4. Song for a Traveler
  5. The Ballad of Joe Malone
  6. Proud to Call Tennessee My Home
  • Etsy website (2008)—
  1. I Will Stand
  • Languageandculture.net (2005)
  1. New England Man
  • Soul Fountain (2007)
  1. Ain’t Gonna Quit
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