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Moon Child
03:22
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Moon child, moon child, come back to bed.
The night is for dreamers, so lay down your head.
She knocks at my window, her light kisses my face.
The night is for dreamers, so I am awake.
Moon child, I beg you, you're floating away.
I'll hold you awhile, and I'll help you to stay.
She pulls me to tree tops, beneath the stars I sway.
I'll bring one home to you, my anchor, my stay.
Moon child, beware of what lurks round the bend.
The night is for shadows, so lend me your hand.
Her light leads me gently, beyond the crooked way.
I'll pass through the shadows, as night leads to day.
Moon child, the night is for dreamers like us.
So I'll be the tether, to your wanderlust.
The night lifts and bends me to places I must go.
Yet if I am falling, I'll be falling home.
And my anchor, I'll love ya to that old moon and back.
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Marriage
03:20
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Warm your skin on mine, my honey-do.
Summer's gone and I'm still lovin' you.
Seems we close our eyes and wake up old.
Stay with me, my shelter from the cold.
Run your fingers through my gold and grey.
Love, be kind, remember me this way.
Steady hands to fill my empty cup.
It's enough, love, it's enough.
Did we almost lose each other, in the arms of one another?
I'd be blind to be forgettin' you.
Help me see behind those baby blues.
I still got my spark, and you, your charm.
So take these years into your lovin' arms.
Did we almost lose each other, in the arms of one another?
Just look me in the eyes, and come home. Oh, come home.
Winter's comin' and we'll hunker down.
Feed a fire, here, that won't burn out.
Find some patience and some kindness, too.
Melt the ice that grew in me, and you.
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Dust
04:16
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Just another early morn.
The sun came up without you.
The world keeps spinnin' like my head is spinnin'.
It's all the same, and that's more than I can bear.
The birds, they greet the day with songs of old.
Songs they hold for those bowed low.
They fly free just like a sign for you and me
That this gravity will give way some day, some day.
From dust we come and, lord, to dust we will return.
The peace, the pain of every season's change.
Seems like yesterday your hand was warming mine
And now you've slipped through my fingers. Dust.
It's not that I'm afraid for you.
You'll be light, and I'll be blue.
'Cause I can't recognize a world without your smile.
It's not the same. It'll take a little time.
From dust we come and, lord, to dust we will return.
The peace, the pain of every season's change.
Seems like yesterday your hand was warming mine
And now you've slipped through my fingers.
Time walks on, and so will I.
The sun went down without you.
But you lie deep beneath the flower beds, in my head.
Still your love nurtures me, oh.
From dust we come and, lord, to dust we will return.
The peace, the pain of every season's change.
Seems like yesterday your hand was warming mine
And now you've slipped through my fingers.
Seems like yesterday I opened up my hands and set you free.
Dust.
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Tea and Whiskey
04:27
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I'm a fool, I'm a fool.
Makin' castles in the air with you.
Oh, what a state I'm in.
'Cause I'm a child, I'm a child. Reflecting for a little while
In your laughin' eyes.
I am old and I am new.
So take me back, and lead me on
To my dreams of you.
We'll make a bed on the moon.
Grow a garden.
And set a table for two.
We'll come and go as we please.
There's no demandin'.
Just you and me, tea and whiskey.
Well I run, oh how I run.
Far away, so far from the dreamer that I was.
How I find, oh how I find just a little bit of her when
You look at me and smile.
I am old and I am new.
So take me back, and lead me on
To my dreams of you.
We'll make a bed on the moon.
Grow a garden.
And set a table for two.
We'll come and go as we please.
There's no demandin'.
Just you and me, tea and whiskey.
If we could shed this skin.
Come on and shed this skin.
We'll find ourselves again.
We're findin' home.
I'm just a wiser girl, and you're a little boy makin' due
With all that weighs on you.
So come with me, wild and free, and we'll go singin' and dancin'
Beneath the fadin' stars.
We'll make a bed on the moon.
Grow a garden.
And set a table for two.
We'll come and go as we please.
There's no demandin'.
Just you and me, tea and whiskey.
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5. |
I'll Let Go
04:18
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I've been hangin' on for so long
And never hoping for a thing.
You say that I am bound for good
And a little faith'll give me wings.
Well am I flyin', am I fallin'
Here at the edge of everything?
Am I the tired fool for tryin'
Here at the edge of me?
Take me now, to the end of my rope.
Beyond what I think I know.
Lay me down in the autumn leaves.
Hold me.
And I'll let go.
Woah, woah, I'll let go.
Spent too many miles trippin'
On who I was and I could be.
Am I surrendered, am I driftin'?
Is that old fight a' leavin' me?
What do you do with an undoin'
Of what you thought you had to be?
Well, I'll cut my hair and go out singin'
Beneath the old oak trees.
Take me now, to the end of the road.
Beyond what I think I know.
Lay me down in the autumn leaves.
Hold me.
And I'll let go.
Woah, woah, I'll let go.
Woah, woah, I'll let go.
Woah, woah, I'll let go.
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Kelley Smith Minnesota
American singer/songwriter Kelley Smith is a hopeless romantic who fancies old poetry and grandpa sweaters. Prone to melancholy and daydreaming, Smith spent her childhood roaming the woods of Minnesota and singing to forest animals. To this day, her longing for that landscape runs deep and seems to find its way into her songs in one way or another. ... more
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