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Catch Another Butterfly
03:01
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Do you remember days not so very long ago
When the world was run by people twice your size?
And the days were full of laughter, and the nights were full of stars.
And when you grew tired, you could close your eyes
Yes the stars were were there for wishing,
And the wind was there for kites,
And the morning sun was There for rise and shine
And even in the sniffles kept you home from school in bed,
You couldn't hardly stay there after nine
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded.
What happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?
Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
Wondering how airplanes could fly.
And the hours spent just playing with a funny rock you found
With crystal specks as blue as all the sky.
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded.
What happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?
Now I watch my son, he's playing with his toys.
He's happy, I give him all I can.
But I can't help feeling just a little tingly inside
When to hear him say he wants to be a man.
And I wonder if the smell of morning's faded.
What happened to the robin's song that sparkled in the sky?
Where's all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
Will I ever catch another butterfly?
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2. |
Today
02:26
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Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
'ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover,
You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing.
I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover,
Who cares what tomorrow shall bring?
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
'ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
I can't be contented with yesterday's glory,
I can't live on promises winter to spring.
Today is my moment, and now is my story,
I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing.
Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
'ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
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3. |
Garden Song
02:32
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Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumblin' down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Rainful rain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Old crow watchin' hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
And inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumblin' down
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4. |
Windsong
03:22
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The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth.
The wind is the hand of our father the sky.
The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures.
The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly.
The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings,
The weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn.
The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow,
The wind is the singer who sang the first song.
The wind is a twister of anger and warming,
The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay.
The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running
And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day.
The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons,
The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
The wind is the taker and giver of mornings,
The wind is the symbol of all that is free.
So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers,
Follow her summons when she calls again.
In your heart and your spirit, let the breezes surround you.
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind.
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Matthew
02:56
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Had an uncle named Matthew
He was his father's only boy
Born just south of Colby, Kansas
He was his mother's pride and joy
Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on
Love is just the way to live and die
Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field
And blue is just a Kansas summer sky
And all the stories that he told me
Back when I was just a lad
All the memories that he gave me
All the good times that he had
Growin' up a Kansas farm boy
Life was mostly havin' fun
Ridin' on his Daddy's shoulders
Behind the mule, beneath the sun
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Well, I guess there were some hard times
And I'm told some years were lean
They had a storm in forty-seven
A twister came and stripped them clean
He lost the farm and lost his family
He lost the wheat and lost his home
But he found a family Bible
Faith as solid as a stone
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So he came to live at our house
And he came to work the land
He came to ease my Daddy's burden
And he came to be my friend
So, I wrote this down for Matthew
And it's for him the song is sung
Ridin' on his Daddy's shoulders
Behind the mule, beneath the sun
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Rhymes and Reasons
02:38
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So you speak to me of sadness
And the coming of the winter
Fear that is within you now
It seems to never end
And the dreams that have escaped you
And the hope that you've forgotten
You tell me that you need me now
You want to be my friend
And you wonder where we're going
Where's the rhyme and where's the reason
And it's you cannot accept
It is here we must begin
To seek the wisdom of the children
And the graceful way of flowers in the wind
For the children and the flowers
Are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
Could clear a cloudy day
Like the music of the mountains
And the colours of the rainbow
They're a promise of the future
And a blessing for today
Though the cities start to crumble
And the towers fall around us
The sun is slowly fading
And it's colder than the sea
It is written from the desert
To the mountains they shall lead us
By the hand and by the heart
They will comfort you and me
In their innocence and trusting
They will teach us to be free
For the children and the flowers
Are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
Could clear a cloudy day
And the song that I am singing
Is a prayer to non believers
Come and stand beside us
We can find a better way
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7. |
This Old Guitar
02:25
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This old guitar taught me to sing a love song
It showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
It introduced me to some friends of mine
And brightened up some days
And helped me make it through some lonely nights.
Oh, what a friend to have on a cold and lonely night
This old guitar gave me my lovely lady
It opened up her eyes and ears to me
It brought us close together
And I guess it broke her heart
It opened up the space for us to be
What a lovely place and a lovely space to be.
This old guitar gave me my life my living
All the things you know I love to do
To serenade the stars that shine
From a sunny mountainside
And most of all to sing my songs for you
I love to sing my songs for you.
Yes I do, you know
I love to sing my songs for you
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Wes Mantooth Kirkland, Washington
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