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Chasing the Wind
04:40
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Chasing the Wind
Meaningless! Meaningless!
Everything is utterly meaningless!
Vanity, of vanities!
Everything is utter vanity!
Generations come and go
But the world just keeps on turning
The sun comes up, and down it goes,
and it just keeps on burning.
All streams flow into the sea
But the sea never seems to spill
The eye can’t get enough of seeing
The ear will never get its fill
I had my time of sowing oats
Then I set my mind to wisdom
the same fate awaits the fool and sage
but perhaps the wise will listen
The wind blows south and then turns north
It circles back where it began
There’s nothing new under the sun
What has been will be again
There’s a time to be born (rock-a-bye baby)
There’s a time to die (rest from your labor)
There’s a time to plant (sow in your weeping)
And a time to harvest (bring in the sheaves)
There’s a time to cry And a time to laugh
A time to grieve And a time to dance (get your groove on)
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Find Your Rest
04:25
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Find Your Rest
The sun’s coming up, over the mountain
It’s an hour late, but who is countin?
The temp’s gonna rise, it’s no surprise at all
The crows are fussin, the bugs are buzzin now.
Black clouds rolling down the hollow
The wind and the rain are bound to follow
The creek’s gonna rise, it’s no surprise at all
Lightning flashing, thunder crashing now
A day is long, but a life is brief
Perhaps the sunset brings relief
Lay your weary body down
find your rest while it may be found
Full moon rises as the sun goes down
Evening shadows fall over the ground
The fireflies rise, it’s no surprise at all
The night is fallin, the owls start calling now
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So Pass the Seasons
03:48
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So Pass the Seasons
snow moon wanes and with her, winter.
gone, the old man's icy breath.
warm breeze lifts the dying sliver –
blossoms growing underneath.
Spring rises and Summer flies
Fall fades and winter falls
so pass the seasons and so go the years
Spring rises and Summer flies
Fall fades and winter falls
so passes time, and
people grow older and grow.
Harvest moon waxes, days grow shorter
Summer sighs it’s dying breath.
Cool breeze rustles the changing leaves
Autumn colors underneath.
When did we get so old?
So tired? So tame?
If we could go back,
we’d probably do it the same.
We were like Clydesdales, pulling the party,
Now we’re just tired old mules
Pulling the plow.
here we are, where we were,
back from where we've been
Once we did,
still we do,
and will someday again.
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Memento Mori
03:42
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Memento Mori
What is your life?
What of your years?
You’re like a mist that exists for a moment,
And then disappears.
we may get ten and three-score
Or maybe four if our strength will endure
But they pass by quickly
So the best of them are trouble and tears.
Remember your death
Your life will adjourn
You were made from the dust
And to dust you’ll return
all folk are like the grass
The grass withers when the day has passed
The wind blows over it
And it returns to the earth
A thousand years in his sight
Are like a day gone by
like a watch in the night
Teach us to number our days
So that we might be wise
In all of our ways
Remember your death
Your life will adjourn
You were made from the dust
And to dust you’ll return
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5. |
There Was a Time
04:26
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There Was a Time
I used to rock-hop the river
In my Chuck Taylor high tops to boot
I’d land with precision after airborne decisions
on where I should put down my foot
Now the river’s grown wily and rapid,
And the soles of my shoes have grown slick
It’s the high road I’ll follow, It’s a hard pill to swallow,
The old dog can’t do his old tricks
But there was a time, there was a time
All of life was ahead and there wasn’t a care on my mind
There was a time, there was a time
Now the past just keeps calling me, and I have to leave it behind.
Now the young man, he can’t comprehend it
How a man would resign to grow old
My arse has grown flat, and my belly’s grown fat
But the cuffs of my trousers are rolled
Even though so much is taken
Still there is much that remains
Sand through my fingers, but the memories linger
Even while the Harvest Moon wanes
I cannot rest from travel
I will drink life to the lees
I will tell all the stories, and bask in past glories
Until I’m at rest ‘neath the trees
Still there is life that needs living
There are challenges yet to be won
I will live in the now, and move forward somehow
There is noble work yet to be done
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6. |
So Many Days
03:32
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So Many Days
I’ve got so many days yet to live
Only so many days
My lips got so many kisses to give
Only so many kisses
My feet got so many miles yet to walk
Only so many miles
My heart got so many smiles left to share
Only so many smiles
Only so many days yet to live
Only so many kisses to give
I’ve got so many wrongs to forgive
Only so many wrongs
My eyes got so many sunsets to see
Only so many sunsets
I’ve got so many places to be
Only so many places
I’ve got so many wishes to wishes
Only so many wishes
My wife’s got so many dishes to wash
Only so many dishes
Only so many sunsets to see
Only so many places to be
My ears got so many songs yet to hear
Only so many songs
I’ve got so many wrongs to forgive
Only so many wrongs
I’ve got so many songs yet to sing
Only so many songs
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7. |
Note to Self
04:40
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Note to Self
Who can add a day to his life?
Who can end the toil and strife
By worrying?
Who can add an inch to his height
Who can grow his power and might
By worrying?
Don’t worry about tomorrow
It’ll worry about itself
Each day has enough sorrow of its own
Come if you are weary
My load is light
And you will find rest for your soul
See the flowers dressed to the nines
The greatest king was never dressed so fine
Stop worrying.
See the birds flitting so free
They sing their songs from every tree
They don’t worry
You never know what tomorrow will bring
You never know if you will cry or sing
Why worry?
You never know what lies around the bend
The best laid schemes of mice and men…
… gang aft agley
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Coffee Spoons and Paschal Moons
Gather close, my dusty friends
Sip the cup of conversation
As deep to deep the calls go forth
And iron sharpens iron
Remove the beam that’s in my eye
And I’ll remove your splinter
Huddle ‘round the Lenten fire
And bid farewell to Winter
Mingled smoke, and blossoma’ scent
Prayer and resurrection
wisping upward toward the morn
The dawn of our redemption
Smudge my pride with ash and oil
Teach me rightly numbered days
I’ll count my friends with coffee spoons
And measure life by Paschal Moons
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Make This Your Ambition
Love one another
Lead a quiet life
Mind your own business
Work with your hands
Make this your ambition
So your daily life will earn the respect
Of those around you
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