I was waiting for a push, waiting for a sign. Waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. Steady as a clock, caught between the line. Living for myself until I realized.
It's only for a moment you are mine to hold. The plans that heaven has for you. Will all too soon unfold. So many different prayers I'll pray. . For all that you might do.
You are the light that came for us all. You are the Love to ransom the fall. You are. Emmanuel. . You are the one the prophets foretold. You are the Son of Heaven the Hope.
Fireside, winter snow. Lights are on the tree. The world is all aglow again. With all the season brings. . And though it comes around each year. The meaning of the season sometimes.
little baby in a manger low. born out in a stable for there was no place to go. to the wisemen and the shepherds. He's no stranger He's a king. and as they kneel before Him.
Verse I. I'm sure he must have been surprised. At where this road had taken him. Cause never in a million lives. Would he have dreamed of Bethlehem. .
(Mark Erelli). . You taught me everything I know 'bout being lonesome. And I learned my lesson oh so faithfully. What was I thinking of. When I gave you my love.
You taught me everything I know 'bout being lonesome. . And I learned my lesson oh so faithfully. . What was I thinking of. When I gave you my love. For I knew you would go eventually.
(Mark Erelli). . Darlin' when we me you said I was the one. So I never thought the knot we tied would come undone. But lately you've been acting kind of strange.
Trouble come falling from the pure blue sky. Went down to the well but the well was dry. Wasn't nothing but a bucket and a hole in the ground. I pitched myself like a penny thrown.
(Clarence Gibson). . Well you think you got troubles. Man listen to me. I'll tell you a story as it happened you see. . I got four little kids a-waiting at home.
(Mark Erelli). . When I was a boy. I went to hear this picker play. I still recall his blue guitar. Like it was yesterday. I was a powder keg a-waitin'.
(Dennis Brennan & Kevin Barry). . Down on this row there ain't much to do. So I close my eyes and dream about you. You and that guy I met once or twice.
(Mark Erelli). . Every year about this time I think of leaving. But every year about this time I never go. I'm the only one I am deceiving. This town sinks its teeth in deep and it don't let go.
(Mark Erelli). . I read the paper. I watch the news. It seems there's only pain and sufferin'. And there ain't much I can do. It's so senseless. I feel defenseless.
(Mark Erelli). . The government man. Started building his dam. Then he told us it was all for the best. 'Cause they were tearing it down. They were drowning our town.
When the sun comes back. And the first quail calls. Follow the drinking gourd. The old man is waiting. For to carry you to freedom. Follow the drinking gourd.
The Devil's train is long and black. And it rides on rails of tears. And it's headed for destruction now. With a drunken engineer. . Oh, see the greatness of the crowd.
(Jonathan Kingham & Mark Erelli). . She was the parson's only daughter. And a poor sharecropper's dream. Her voice as sweet as falling water. From the cool clear mountain stream.
You've traveled the river from end to end. Never found a true love anywhere you've been. You never broke a heart that wouldn't mend. On such a lovely summer night.