I was a stranger, brother, right in sin. Didn't even have the love of God within. But now I've found Him and I'm glad to say. I love my Saviour more everyday.
The ship is a waiting the waves're rolling high. Goin' across the sea love for the water rise for the water rise for the water ride. [ fiddle - harmonica ].
She labored so hard in this world below she didn't have things that most mothers know. Raising her children on a widow's small pay washing and ironing since dad passed away.
While drinking alone in a Tavern one day. My eyes they harldy could see. I heard a kind voice ringing so loud and clear. And here's what the voice said to me.
Well if you're traveling to the North Country Fair. Where the wind's heavy on the borderline. Remember me to the one who lives there she once was a true love of mine.
In this world today while we're living some folks say the worst of us they can. But when we are dead and in our caskets they always slip some lilies in your hand.
I can't sleep and I can't eat all I do is sit and cry. And listen for your footsteps at my door. I keep asking myself why that you ever said goodbye. And I guess I've cried a million tears or more.
Hotel room, 30 days. Still not breaking even but I'm getting paid. One more link in the chain. Makes it last a little longer and it kills the pain. . It's a rainy night in Georgia.
Well I felt like I was born today. So I took it upon me to go away. To gather my thoughts and go away. Where I could. (Be used by). Somebody. . Now over the hill, like always you know.
I will wake up tomorrow. I have tended to God's small song. And to Love's small song. And closed my eyes to sleep so long. . And tonight I'll go. Into all of the places that you love.
When I was just a little girl. i had the biggest dreams. took me from Toronto. All the way to tenessee. daddy's aid to sing it loud. go on and make your momma proud.
I know it's not a perfect world. But tonight I'm the perfect girl. I had a man, but he just lied,. Good luck, good night, goodbye. . You think I need some company.
Love, I am your wrecking ball. So strong we crumble down, so strong we fall. Power, there's no gauge here allowed. And aw it overtakes me to see such a thing peter out.
In a quaint caravan. There's a lady they call, 'the gypsy'. She can look in thefuture. And drive away all your fears. Everything will come right. If you'll only believe the gypsy.
Grandma's maiden name was Zona Villines. There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines. Born in Newton County down in Arkansas. Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa.
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train. There to meet me is my mama and papa. Down the lane I look and there runs Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherry.
Now, I won't think about tomorrow. When the happy times are gone away. And good times can't last forever. But the good times are here today. . And I won't talk about believin'.
Got lonely too early this mornin'. Long about 3:30 am. Woke up in a big empty bed room. The TV had gone off again. . Got lonely too early this morning.
A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way. The good life he promised, ain't what she's living today. But she never complains of the bad times.
Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train. Put a slouch hat down low on my ears. I'm yearning to leave this old town. On the flight and loose all my troubles and cares.