Hey there little cactus flower your ways are sharper than a knife. And they cause the heart to bleed. You think that love is flower well baby you abused the right to rule over me.
(Adapted and Arranged by Dougie MacLean and Kathy Mattea). (Translation by Kenna Campbell). My love, my treasured one are you. My sweet and lovely son are you.
An old friend lay on his dying bed. Held my hand to his bony breast. And he whispered low as I bent my head. Oh, they're calling me home. They're calling me home.
I used to love him that ain't no lie. We had a good thing, 'til he said goodbye. Then with one touch you set my heart ablaze. I'm burnin' old memories with a brand new flame.
(Larry Boone/Gene Nelson/Paul Nelson). I used to love him that ain't no lie. We had a good thing till he said goodbye. Then with one touch you set my heart ablaze.
Hail blessed morn,see the great Mediator. Down from the regions of glory descend. Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger. Lo for a God the bright angels attend.
I remember the ways in the bygone days. when we was all in our prime. When us and John L. we give the old man hell. down in the Blue Diamond Mine. . Well the whistle would blow 'for the rooster crow.
I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home. Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing waterfall the wildflowers dream.
He's had more hard luck than most men could stand. The mines was his first love but never his friend. He's lived a hard life and hard he'll die. Black lung's done got him his time is nigh.
It ain't his fault that she went A.W.O.L. 'Cause he tried everything from A to Z. Now it's J&B, M&M's and KFC. Tryin' hard to make himself believe. . It ain't no B.F.D he's got his C.M.T.
Martin Luther, who did you think that you were?. Appointed by some higher up. Merely mortal, your plans were unaffordable. No one wants to pay for love.
(Don Schlitz/Paul Overstreet). I will pledge my heart. To the love we share. Through the good and the bad times too. I'll forsake my rest. For your happiness.
(David Goodman). There's a little love left in my heart. And it's lookin' for a place to go. It's a strong love, it's a sole survivor. Of the times I've been laid low.
Surprise goodbyes and tears unanswered. Promises that fall. Can leave your precious dreams defenseless. Back against the wall. . But I will hold them tenderly.
You'd better sit down. I've got something to confess to you. I can make you walk out. But I think I owe us both the truth. . We've been going through some changes.
Oh, you weary restless heart. Peace come to you now. Still your wild and wishful soul. Calm your troubled brow. . Loose your crippled body's ties. Let your spirit soar.
I heard a siren late last night, you must have felt me shiver. Shaken by a wave of fright, that you calm with a whisper. And fear gave way to better things.
I remember the face of an angel. A love that was faithful and true. I left that dear boy in the mountains. For a ramblin' life empty and blue. . Sweet roses bloom where they're planted.
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings). Mr. Smith had an oldsmobile. Baby blue with them wire wheels. I took her home the day that she was adverstised. He said she leaked when, it would rain.
I'm tired of this dance, we just go 'round in circles. Again and again, I'm taking a chance. Telling the truth 'cause this has to end. I'm seeing a new road, baby, you wanna go you can take my hand.