The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light, and they that. dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined..
Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me,. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;. Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,. Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!.
BRAND ON MY HEART. (Hank Snow). '50 Hill & Range Songs. . My troubled old heart dear is beating with pain. You've gone and I know I'm the one who's to blame.
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye. As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light and the Glories swept the sky. As the Northlights gleamed and curved and streamed and the bottle of hooch was dry.
Sittin' in the kitchen with my back against the wall. I was waitin' for my baby but my baby didn't call. Suddenly there came a stranger knockin' on my door.
BLUE SKIRT WALTZ. Writers Mitchell Parish, Vaclav Blaha, R.S. Dvorsky. . I wandered alone one night, till I heard and orchestra play I met you where lights were bright, and people were care-free and gay You were the beautiful lady in blue, I was in heaven just waltzing with you You thrilled me with strange delight, then softly you stole away Chorus: I dream of that night with you, Lady when first we met We danced in a world of blue, How can my heart forget Blue were the skies, and blue were your eyes, just like the blue skirt you wore Come back blue lady, come back, Don't be blue any more.
And He shall purify the sons of Levi, that they may offer unto the Lord an. offering in righteousness. (Malachi 3:3).
Happy birthday Julie. My, it's good to see you, gal. The last time I saw you smile you were still my pal. Yeah, I sure did love you. But somehow you slipped away.
I'll have a blue Christmas without you. I'll be so blue just thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree. Won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me.
But who may abide the day of His coming, and who shall stand when He. appeareth? For He is like a refiner's fire. (Malachi 3:2).
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank. That's staked out nigh three hundred claims and every one a blank. That's followed every fool stampede and seen the rise and fall.
Going Back to Texas. By Wayne Hancock. . I've gone through Arizona, right through New Mexico. I'm gonna keep on driving just as hard as I can go. I'm an Interstate daddy.
Thus saith the Lord, the Lord of Hosts: Yet once a little while and I will. shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land. And I will. shake all nations, and the desire of all nations shall come. (Haggai.
When I was young and went to school they taught me how to write. To take the chalk and make a mark and hope it turns out right. Well, that's the way it is with love and what you did to me.
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie. Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die. Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon.
Well me and my baby goin' out on the town. Worried 'bout nothing, gonna lay some money down. She's my honey lovin' baby, I'm her man. We're goin' juke joint jumpin' just a fast as we can.
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it. together: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it. (Isaiah 40:5).
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. Writer Kenny O'Dell. . My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me CHORUS: And when we get behind closed doors Then she lets her hair hang down And she makes me glad I'm a man Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. My, behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile She's never too far away or too tired to say "I want you" She's always a lady, just like a lady should be But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me. Repeat chorus.
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row. Some folks say I'm just a no good guy. But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts and used cigars.
It's stormy tonight. The rain's comin' down. There's no place for me to go to. My gal said goodbye, alone am I. With the freight line blues. . My clothes are all wet.