THE TURNING OF A CENTURY

Anna cut the porchlight
and latched the back screen door.
She'd waited long enough tonight.
She wasn't waiting anymore.
No waiting for a phone call
or his Plymouth in the drive.
No waiting for her life to change.
She was going to change her life.

Eddie didn't punch the clock today
like countless days before.
Today he packed his cup away
and cleaned out all the drawers.
The day that he'd been waiting for
for nearly forty years,
the day of his awakening,
that day was finally here.

   It's the turning of a century.
   It's the cleansing of the slate.
   It's the burning of your history.
   Now it's time to make the change.
   An overdue decision only you can understand.
   No longer riding shotgun,
   the wheel is in your hand.

So if you look into the mirror
and you don't like what you see.
If you look into your heart and
you don't like the way you feel.
If it's just a change of attitude,
or a change of scenery,
if you've lived a life that's less than right,
this might be what you need...

   It's the turning of a century.
   It's the cleansing of the slate.
   It's the burning of your history.
   Now it's time to make the change.
   There's a weary spirit
   begging you to take command.
   No longer riding shotgun,
   the wheel is in your hand...
   It's all in your hands.

KEEPING TIME WITH YOU

Keeping time with you
is not such an easy thing to do.
Four-four changes to three-quarter time.
You keep me guessing, keep me waltzing blind, no clue.
It's all I can do just to keep time with you.

       When I lived alone
       I could count on myself just like a metronome.
       But since the day when my heart skipped a beat,
       my timing just ain't what it used to be.
       It's true. It's all I can do, just to keep time with you.

   Now this dance we're dancing
   is a dance in the dark.
   I'll just follow your footsteps
   and stop when they stop.
   I'll watch for the changes and
   hope it doesn't end too soon.
   Oh, it's all I can do,
   just to keep time with you.

Keeping time with you
is not such an easy thing to do,
but I'll keep trying, 'cause it's all that I've got,
and I'll keep dancing 'til the music stops.
It's true. It's all I can do,
just to keep time with you.

   Chorus

DAISIES AND POPPIES

Oh, the daisies and poppies, they both were in bloom
the day that I met you, that first day in June.
And the daisies and poppies you gathered that day
stay fresh in my memory, though love withered away.

Oh, the daisy shown bright like the five o¹ clock sun.
Her petals I plucked for love one by one.
And the poppy she stood for the day my heart bled.
The cruel words of parting still ring in my head.

Oh, the daisies and poppies they grow side by side,
their roots intertwining upon the hillsides.
The daisies, the poppies, the bitter and sweet,
love given and taken, hearts left incomplete.

Oh, the daisy, when cut, stands strong many a day,
while the poppy, in hours, she withers away.
And I should have seen when you brought them that day,
the poppy's left better in the fields where she lay.

Oh, the daisies and poppies, they bloom every year,
and though time has been kind, oh, they still bring a tear when I walk on
the hills in the first days of June,
through the daisies and poppies, I still think of you.
Through the daisies and poppies, I still think of you.

REMINDS ME OF MISSOURI

A stranger west of Portland, he slowed his pickup down.
He told me I could ride awhile.  He asked where I was bound.
He noticed, though I turned away, the tears that filled my eyes.
"These hills here may be pretty, but I could never call them mine."

But they remind me of Missouri, and the post oak and the pines.
So young and in a hurry to leave that place behind.
Twenty years on down the road and half a lifetime gone,
I leave with less than when I came but God I'm going home.

   Will you pray for me?  It's a long, long journey
   back to the hills where I was born.
   Will you pray for me? I was lost and lonely.
   Pray that I'll come safely to my door.

This reminds me of Missouri, the way this highway winds,
and the ferns upon the hillsides, and the rocks among the pines.
I took it all for granted, but then, how could I know
it reminds me of Missouri almost everywhere I go.

It reminds me of Missouri 'bout everywhere I've been,
and everywhere I wished that I could be back home again.
Somewhere past the Hudson, sweet peace in dreams I found.
When we reached the Mississippi, the stranger let me out.

   Will you pray for me?  It's a long, long journey.
   back to the hills where I was born.
   Will you pray for me? I was lost and lonely.
   Pray that I'll come safely to my door.
   Pray that I'll come safely to my door.
   I won't be lonely for Missouri anymore.

ONE IN THE GREAT WHITE YONDER
                   

I lay on my back. The heavens move over me.
I'm feeling all cradled in the powers that be.
The shapes up above, they could be mountains or trees,
but if I look real hard I can almost see

   The one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder
   watching over me.

In this grass green and cool, I'm feeling so fine,
and there's this girl down in China
with her back against mine.
Though there's a planet between us I can almost feel
that she's feeling the same way that I think that I feel.

   It's the one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder
   watching over me.

He don't watch for speed traps.
No cops around the corner.
No nifty tax tricks, no lottery numbers...

   He's the one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder,
   The one in the great white yonder
   watching over me.
   He¹s watching, watching over me.



A DANCE TO THE ST. ANNE'S REEL


He stood on the deck with his case in hand.
He gazed to the west at a strange, new land.
He hummed an old tune that his grandpa sang-
a tune called the St. Anne¹s Reel.
The work was hard and the days were long,
but the land was their own and it made them strong.
Work's all done, roll the rug to the wall
for a dance to the St. Anne¹s Reel.

   So get out the fiddle and the mandolin.
   Toe to heel to a tune like it's always been.
   Take a peck on the cheek as he takes her hand
   for a dance to the St. Anne¹s Reel.
   The shuffle of the shoes on the wooden floor,
   as they twirl to a tune from another shore.
   A song come down from the days of yore-
   it's a tune called the St. Anne¹s Reel.

That young man's son had a son, now old,
who rests on a bench as his own son holds
the hand of the girl with the hair of gold
for a dance to the St. Annes Reel.
The strange new land is home sweet home,
and no one recalls where the tune came from,
but they still gather 'round when the work's all done,
for a dance to the St. Annes Reel.

   Chorus...
And it¹s still called the St. Annes Reel.



LOVE DOESN'T COME SO EASY

If you look between the roses,
if you look behind the smiles,
pay attention and you'll notice
a heart grown weary with the miles.

   Love doesn't come so easy.
   Not like it did before.
   Love doesn't come so easy anymore.

No good reason for the heartache.
Oh, you've always been so kind.
But on this curvy hilly highway
it seems I got left behind.

Chorus

Was it fate that laid the roadmap?
Or was it only circumstance
that made my lane so rough and rocky
and yours so smooth and fast?

And so we sit here just pretending
when we should be facing facts.
What we thought so everlasting
was never really meant to last.

Chorus

SUNNY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN (written by JIMMY MARTIN)

Now don't forget me little darling while I'm growing old and gray
Just a little thought before I'm going far away
I'll be waiting on the hillside where the wild red roses grow
On the sunny side of the mountain where the rippling waters fall

Now don't forget about those days we courted many years ago
Don't forget all the promises you gave me and so
I'll be waiting on the hillside on the day that you will call
On the sunny side of the mountain where the rippling waters fall

Tell me darling in your letter do you ever think of me
Please answer little darling tell me where you can be
It's been so long dear since I've seen you but my love still lingers on
Don't forget me little darling though our love affair seems gone

 



THE 28TH OF APRIL

It's the 28th of April. It's a Wednesday and it's raining,
and I'm sitting here daydreaming of the past.
I remember it's your birthday,
but I can't bring myself to call you.
I can't bring myself to turn and face the past.

So I'll sit here and imagine
that you're blowing out your candles,
and you're smiling for the camera
with your loved ones all around.
Perhaps I'll mail a card tomorrow,
"Best Belated Birthday Wishes",
just to let you know that I am still around.

   Do you still think of me?
   God, has it really been that long?
   And would you know my face if we passed upon the streets of your
own town?
   Well, I'd like to think you'd know me still somehow.

I am running out of kindling
for this bridge that I've been burning
and I find my fingers reaching for the phone.
I don't have to find your number.
It's engraved upon my memory
from a time when I considered you my own.

As I sit here with my conscience
set to face the ghosts of yesterday,
a busy signal quiets all my fears.
I guess there's someone wishing you the same.
Relieved, I hang it up again.
I guess that I'll just try again next year.

Chorus..


PARDON ME

Pardon me for sorrys never spoken.
Pardon me for promises I've broken.
Excuse me please for being as imperfect as I am,
but with the very best intentions,
I do the best I can.

   This is not a plea for mercy
   and I do not beg for love.
   Just a little understanding,
   that would be enough.
   Oh, that would be enough.

Pardon me for all the hopes abandoned.
Pardon me for times I left you stranded.
They say to err is human and I'll do so 'til my death.
But is forgiveness just as human, or
is the asking wasted breath?

   This is not a plea for mercy
   and I do not beg for love.
   Just a little understanding,
   that would be enough.
   Oh, that would be enough.

   This is not a plea for mercy
   and I do not beg for love.
   Just a little understanding,
   that would be enough.
   Oh, that would be enough.
   Pardon me, understand me, that's enough...

JUST LOOK FOR ME

She began to fade in winter,
and it seemed, just like the sun,
she shone a little less each day
Œtil I knew the time had come.
I led her to the hillside, tall fescue for her bed.
I whispered her my last goodbyes
and shot her in the head.

Now that was twenty years ago,
but I won't forget the day.
She turned to me before she left,
her eyes spoke as if to say...

   I'll be back, just look for me,
   and you'll see it in the eyes.
   You'll see the friend you used to have
   standing by your side.
   I'll be back, just look for me and don't turn me away.
   I was destined to be yours until your dying day.

Time did heal my sorrow.
I'd forgotten what she'd said,
'til she came to me in dreams one night
and stood beside my bed.
She looked the same as e'er before,
blaze face and raven mane,
and she spoke to me in human words,
"Remember what I've said..."

Now that was ten long years ago,
twenty years my mare's been dead.
A thin, roan colt, left at my door
repeats the words she said...

TO THE END OF THE TRAIL

Let's take a ride this one last time just to see what we can see.
You'll find joy in something new, and I'll find memories.
Oh, and I might cry a little. Please forgive me if I do.
But my time on earth's too little,
and my time's too short with you.
   But the sun is still high, and no rain far as I can tell.
   We could keep on riding to the end of the trail.

Let me take a good look, son. Let me see how you have grown.
I've tried to show you everything, at least everything I know.
But I'm running out of wisdom, and I'm running out of time,
so let's run this stretch for old time's sake, and forget the uphill climb.
   'Cause the sun is still high, and no rain far as I can tell.
   We could keep on riding to the end of the trail.

Now you keep moving on, boy...
There¹s no more troubles that I'll know.
No more brush or muddy water,
it's just a straight line down the road.
And I'll leave you at the ridgetop,
and it's all on foot from there.
And you'll find the way without me,
but just in case, I'll say a prayer...
   that the sun is still high,
   and no rain far as I can tell.
   We could keep on riding
   to the end of the trail.
   You keep on riding, boy,
   to the end of the trail.
   And I'll be waiting...
   at the end of the trail.