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Under a Milky Moon
02:05
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Born on the oceanfront,
Singing my songs by heart.
Born in the month of June,
Under a milky moon.
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The 4th of July
03:07
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Far from my home on the 4th of July,
Singing the praises of patriots and spies.
Far from my home, fireworks in the sky,
Singing along to the stars and to the stripes.
I don’t know where I belong,
Somewhere close or somewhere far
Beyond wild dreams in the land of the free,
Mountains and streams, shining seas, ships and airplanes.
I’m not sure I want to know
Why I stay and why I want to
Go to the place where the sun meets the waves,
Biding my time ’til everything’s all—
Right in the world, until everyone’s fine,
Hoping to find that I’m aging like fine wine.
Far from my home, hard at work in disguise,
Living alone on an ocean of lost time.
I wanna go where everyone knows
How to be kind –
The 4th of July arrived.
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High Tide
03:00
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One morning glory grows
On the fence along the shore.
One warning sign of snow,
When the morning glory folds.
High tide, sunshine
Wind in my sails –
In time, we’ll fly
Rings in the air.
One mourning marigold
Laid upon the sandy stone.
One warning sign of snow,
When the marigold will close.
High tide, sunshine
Wind in my sails –
In time, we’ll fly
Rings in the air.
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Making Fun
04:49
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On the open ocean rowing,
Towards the sun.
On the open ocean floating,
Making fun.
On the open-ended sea,
Hopeful for a breeze
To blow my way home.
On the open road a’strollin’
Towards the sun.
On the open road an omen,
Making fun.
On the open road I’ll be
Hopeful for a breeze
To blow my way home.
On the open ocean rowing,
Towards the sun.
On the open ocean floating,
Making fun.
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Beside the Bed
01:10
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Sleep tight,
Beside the bed
A nightlight
To keep your mind
At ease
And everlasting peace –
Full of dreams
With all your favorite people.
Sleep, child,
Beside the bed,
A red fire
To warm your head
And bring
You everlasting peace –
Full of dreams
With all your favorite people.
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Rainbow River Runs
04:23
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From the sun a rainbow river runs.
From the day dawning comes the light,
Dandelions and pink petunias,
Daffodils and purple tulips.
In my hands, so strong,
Spring has sprung.
The sparrows,
Out on the breeze
Flying circles above the trees,
Down from the sun a rainbow river runs and runs.
From the sun a rainbow river runs.
From the night falling, comes the call:
Snowy owls and wolves in winter,
Moose and black bears, all together
In my fears, so long,
Spring has sprung.
The sparrows,
Out on the breeze
Flying circles above the trees,
Down from the sun a rainbow river runs and runs,
And runs and runs and runs.
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Night and Day
02:09
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In my prime,
Hiding behind
Windows and blinds,
Night and day.
In my prime,
Biding my time,
Building a fire,
Night and day.
Not afraid to find
‘In my prime’ is only a frame of mind.
Inside,
There is a light
Burning bright
Night and day.
Not afraid,
Anticipation
Is a way of life.
In my prime,
Hiding behind
Windows and blinds,
Night and day.
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Make Believe
02:55
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Love’s all around, in the atmosphere mushroom clouds;
Follow the sound of the heartbeat under the ground.
Maybe one day, my baby,
We’ll grow old and walk along the beach –
Or do you want to come with me?
We’ll roam the world and make believe we’re free.
Call me crazy,
Better that than waiting.
Love’s all around, in the ocean a cannon ball;
Follow the sound of explosions as they rain down.
Maybe one day, my baby,
We’ll grow old and lie beneath a tree –
Or do you want to come with me?
We’ll roam the world and make believe we’re free.
Call me crazy,
Better that than waiting.
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9. |
Eternal Child
02:16
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Born on the mountaintop,
Singin’ to Ma and Pop.
Born in the frame of mind,
Of an eternal child.
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Assorted Orchids Lowell, Massachusetts
Assorted Orchids is hypnotic night music made by fingerpicked acoustic guitar.
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