Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you.
On a snow crystal morning some place close to heaven. On the side of a mountain in a race for the sun. In a matter of moments the dream of a lifetime is won.
In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat. The grandest lady I had ever seen. Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes. So I asked her if she'd like some company.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Because he called the forest brother,. Because he called the earth his mother,. They drove him out into the rain.. Some people even said. The boy from the country was insane..
Oh what will you give me?. Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future?. Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.. Who made the mine owner?. Say the black bells of Rhondda..
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back. Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack. Its early to rise, early in the sack. Thank God Im a country boy.
Almost heaven West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains. Shenandoah River.. Life is old there. Older than the trees. Younger than the mountains. Growin' like a breeze..
Something's bubbling up inside your holy head. You want to leave me but you don't know how to say it. Trying to tell me other ways didn't do any good.
I still wear the bracelet,. The one you made and gave to me,. When you were inspired by us,. I still wear it to remember that time, when you were inspired by me..
Want to be happy,. Want to stop just existing,. Want to find that air worth breathing,. Just want to find that something,. That makes life worth living..
My hands just can't seem to work,. I can't block the sun,. There's always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks,. I can't pick anything up,.
Who am I addressing now?. It seems as though I'm only ever talking to myself. . The mirrors there, but I don't see my face anywhere.. No matter how straight I stare.
Tommy lead his class in high school. Seemed he had everything. We all could see him goin' somewhere. 'Til he crashed his dreams. His girlfriend's father called him late one night.
She's daddy's little girl. Only three years old. All dressed up in her Sunday clothes. He held her hand on bended knee. He said. I need to show you how to find your way home.
written by C. Dennis/A. Dudley. copyright 1990 EMI Songs. Wish on a rainbows is all I can do. Dream of the good times that we never knew. No late nights in the warmth of your arms.
written by C. Dennis. copyright 1990 EMI Songs. Night after night you're stealing my dreams. Just the same as you always do. And nothing's been right.
written by C. Dennis/D. Poku. copyright 1990 EMI Songs. Love had me searching through a menu of men. Arms reaching out to every stranger I met. Then you get that feeling.
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A GOOD HOME. GROWN TOMATO. AND KIDS THESE DAYS STILL WATCH. TOO MUCH TV. FOLKS DON'T STICK TOGETHER LIKE. THEY USED TO. I MAY BE WRONG BUT THAT'S WHAT I.