The Little Church
If you want your dream to be Take your time, go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely If you want to live life free Take your time, go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely Day by day, stone by stone Build your secret slowly Day by day, you’ll grow too You’ll know heaven’s glory If you want your dream to be Take your time, go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely If you want to live life free Take your, time go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely Day by day, stone by stone Build your secret slowly Day by day, you’ll grow too You’ll know heaven’s glory If you want to live life free Take your time go slowly If you want your dream to be Take your time, go slowly If you want your dream to be Take your time, go slowly If you want to live life free Take your time go slowly If you want to live life free Take your time go slowly
The Lovely Day
Birds are singing sweet and low From the trees that gently grow, Soft and soothing breezes blow On this lovely day. To the meadows there go I To wander as the butterfly How the flowers please me eyes On this lovely day. I wish it could be always Life is easy on such a day I wish this peace on everyone On this lovely day, [movie stuff break] On this lovely day. I wish this peace on everyone On this lovely day.
Lullaby
Flowers in the meadow softly sway And all the little birds sing merry May Day Rabbits in the orchard sport and play And all the little creatures smile and are gay My little boy Sing out your joy I am near My darling, do not fear Love is all around you Comforting With gentle lullabies To make your heart sing Flowers in the meadow softly sway And all the little birds sing merry May Day Rabbits in the orchard sport and play And all the little creatures smile and are gay Oh, my little boy Sing out your joy I am near My darling, do not fear Love is all around you Comforting With gentle lullabies To make your heart sing
Brother Sun, Sister Moon
Brother Sun, Sister Moon Brother Sun and Sister Moon I seldom see you seldom hear your tune Preoccupied with selfish misery Brother Wind and Sister Air Open my eyes to visions pure and fair That I may see the glory around me. I am God’s creature, of Him I am part I feel His love awakening my heart. Brother Sun and Sister Moon I now do see you, I can hear your tune So much in love with all that I survey.
A Soldier’s Dream
Oh, the drums are so mournful My dear, oh, my love As my thoughts they are turning your way Where are the eyes I beheld with my own On that long ago lazy day? Dead are the leaves On the stark battlefield The stench of the flesh sickens me I sleep soaking wet a And the worms eat my bread The mourning of men fills the air Oh, green are the leaves On the old apple tree Those sweet perfumed blossoms of spring Entwined in your hair A smile in your eyes A soft blade of grass for a ring Oh, the drums are so mournful My dear, oh, my love As my thoughts they are turning your way Where are the eyes I beheld with my own On that long ago lazy day? On that long ago lazy day
Shape In The Sky
There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me There’s a sound in the wild wind calling There’s a song to be sung for glory And I feel that it’s coming our way There’s a pain on the land weakening me There’s a sigh in the city of sorrow There’s a shadow of darkness accumulating And I feel that it’s coming my way Father of all things, Mother of light Soothe and ease our human plight Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy Please, won’t you help us win the fight? There’s a love for all men sleeping within There’s a friend of a friend awakening There’s a jubilant joy bursting to be And I feel that it’s coming our way Father of all things, Mother of light Soothe and ease our human plight Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy Please, won’t you help us win the fight? There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me There’s a sound in the wild wind calling There’s a song to be sung for glory And I feel that it’s coming our way There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me There’s a sound in the wild wind calling There’s a song to be sung for glory And I feel, yes, I feel, yes, I feel That it’s coming our way
Gentle Heart
Fishes are in love with water Birds are in love with the air Rain is in the river flowers And there is music everywhere Clouds are in love with the mountains Trees are in love with the hill I’m in love with you, my sweet one And I guess I always will Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, growing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, glowing All the world’s a shining marble Floating in the mystery All my life I have been looking For that which I cannot see Dreams they are the signs which lead us Through the darkness to the light We give thanks to all who teach us Showing us the true insight Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, growing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, glowing Fishes are in love with water Birds are in love with the air Rain is in love with the flowers And there is music everywhere Clouds are in love with the mountains Trees are in love with the hill I’m in love with you, my sweet one And I guess I always will Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, growing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, glowing All the world’s a shining marble Floating in the mystery All my life I have been looking For that which I cannot see Dreams they are the signs which lead us Through the darkness to the light We give thanks to all who teach us Showing us the true insight Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, growing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, glowing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, growing Gentle heart, sing my song Gentle heart, glowing
The Year Is Awakening
The bee is on the wing Leaves uncurl yellow green The year is awaking The year is awaking Long garden overgrown With wild flowers sewn The year is awaking The year is awaking Birds fluting overhead Are making feather bed The year is awaking The year is awaking The bee is on the wing Leaves uncurl yellow green The year is awaking The year is awaking The year is awaking The year is awaking The year is awaking
Island Of Circles
Over the mountain Over the sea From the island of circles My love calls to me Her hair in the north wind Brown berry eyes Reading the birdrooms In the winter sky She sway like the willow Clothed all in stars Moon drops of silver Fire gold from Mars Over the mountain Over the sea From the island of circles My love calls to me Her hair in the north wind Brown berry eyes Reading the birdrooms In the winter sky In the winter sky