1. |
To the Ends of the Earth
03:18
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This world is full of places I'd like to go
These lands are full of life and love I'd like to know
These hands were made to weather, build, and climb, and war
I'll stand in open country and I'll sit on forest floor
Oh, where does the river flow?
To the ocean wide
Oh, how does the moon grow?
To the ocean tide
And I feel the ocean deep inside
My heart it beats for a pasture, cool and free
And I sing the song of the meadowlark
and the hum of the leaves in the breeze
My skin cries for a different feel from a distant land
Where the wild thrives and the beauty sighs
with a sound so far from man
Oh, where's the point of the highest earth?
It's the mountain peak
Oh, where's the taste of the cleanest drink?
It's the mountain stream
And I feel the mountains calling me
Hear a far away calling
Listen to unknown voices
Look off to the strangest distance
Meet me where the path does end
Oh, where does the river flow?
To the ocean wide
Oh, how does the moon grow?
To the ocean tide
And I feel the ocean deep inside
Oh, where's the point of the highest earth?
It's the mountain peak
Oh, where's the taste of the cleanest drink?
It's the mountain stream
And I feel the mountains calling me
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2. |
Unnatural Things
04:00
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We breathe tall tales
And with a flicker of the tongue
The lips of honest men are numb
And all our wicked lies have won
But I swallowed truth
Like an undeserving man
With large and shameful trembling hands
With sickness choking up like sand
And there you were
Glistening with a gleaming glow
Whispering “You are not alone”
“You are not alone”
Ah, somebody save me
Somebody take me
From myself
You, you’re here to break me
You’re here to change me
Make me well
Clouds without water carried
By gusts of wind to withered
Trees damned, twice dead
Plucked by the roots
Of war and storm and raging
Waves of the sea, foaming out
Their own shameful wandering
Stars without names for whom
The darkness sticks forever
Ah, somebody save me
Somebody take me
From myself
You, you’re here to break me
You’re here to change me
Make me well
Clouds without water carried
By gusts of wind to withered
Trees damned, twice dead
Plucked by the roots
Of war and storm and raging
Waves of the sea, foaming out
Their own shameful wandering
Stars without names for whom
The darkness sticks forever
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3. |
Red Road Home
03:29
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Every time I see him walking, he’s walking slow
And every night when he walks home I watch him when he goes
He’s never weary, never tired, his head does not hang low
Just keeps a steady pace to keep on getting down the road
Last night I saw him stop
Not what he usually does
He reached into his pocket
For something I don’t trust
He lifted up his hands
That’s when I ran outside
I begged him, “Please, don’t go”
But he looked at me and cried
“Girl, just let me die”
I helped him down to his knees
And took the gun away
I told him, if he’s dying
Maybe he ought to pray
But he shot me down that day
I ran to help a man who shot me dead
He went to have some children and a wife
Never did get caught for cold blooded murder
But it’s fine because my blood did save his life
My blood did save his life
He will remember all that came
Of a smoking gun in a hand that shakes
His hair stands up on the back of his neck
When he thinks in the night of a face
All flecked with blood
Flecked with blood
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