Such A Beautiful Thought

I know you, do you know me?
forget all of our laughlessness
between us both I'm scared to see
our hearts with only emptiness
I want to love, to cherish you
though crushed my heart sometimes may be
I wanted to remember you
I wanted to remember love

such a beautiful thought
I never want it to ever change...


Ringing Bells

and now the days must fly away
and leave us with our own indifference
with thoughts of fear, we hold on dear
to that which cannot keep us safely

the time wrapped up in yesterday
can't save the words that have my own thoughts
only you now know the place
that rings the bells and bleeds my own heart

and all I've been for now and then
you know within these troubled movements
is the end, upon my head
you will kiss to end the torture


Mistletoe And Molasses

we wake to a Christmas snow
and wonder what will be in store
better hurry not to waste this good light
chores get done with frosty hands
you pause to count the hours ahead
and reflect on the kinder years before us
you remember these and other times
with a heavy heart you settle on the dreams of your mind

at the turn of the clock
they'll be mistletoe and molasses
at the turn

afternoon comes with a start
you make your way down windy roads
past the places you recall as old haunts
at the corner of the town
you see a lamp post shining bright
once forgotten memories make you cry
you remember these and other times
with a heavy heart you settle on the dreams of your mind

let me see the hope of our love
for I don't know if we will meet again....


Apples Of Gold

it's overcast and lovely still
the apple trees on distant hills
are dripping maple, winter white
with hope I search on moonless nights
sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime

and say where there's apples made of gold
and i'll surely believe
say where I'll never become old
and i'll surely believe

you said these hours would come and go
like harvest at the noonday
the apple blossoms and Christmas snow
represent our futures
sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime

rosewood, the secret scents of childhood
the backyard to the fabled tales of love
sing me sweet sweet songs, and say where....


Farmhouse Fables

hear them well, these farmhouse fables
and read them well, these farmhouse fables
and hear them well, these farmhouse fables
and read them well, these farmhouse fables
and believe....

books are sent in times unspoken
words relent, deeds unwoven
magic's lost on the less noble
all comes soon, farmhouse fables
all will come soon, farmhouse fables


Weep In The Sunshine

and why, oh why, do I cry for you?
alone for so long, asleep in my dreams

if you can hear me now
why do I weep in the sunshine?
if you can hold me now
why do I weep in the sunshine?

and now, together, we lie forever
it seems so long, to do no harm

without you, I don't need much
I needed you in spite of
without you, a needed touch
a place we go in times of trouble


Come In, Brother

come in, brother
show some holiday feeling
under wreaths and presents
where to find patience
but we need to cry some more
hear me now, hear me out
years before we broke down
years before, years before

melodies come so faintly now
memories seem so scarce
melodies come so faintly now
memories seem so scarce

down the roads
you make the most of your twenties
then we all grow old
but you do sooner than most
just let me live before you die
to feel you once is enough
let me make it right
before you go, it's alright

who are we, where are we going?


Every Nook And Cranny

to the horse and carriage
yuletide on a white noon
like a picture book
on through glorious places
carousels and bakeries
candy shops and toys
gifts for every girl and boy

every nook and cranny
and silk, lace and tin
every nook and cranny
in mother's cupboards bin

for each passing moment
you think back and ponder
how your heart has changed
looking through a window
on a weary traveler, makes you feel ashamed
you stop and pull back the reigns


Blueberry Boats (And Pink Elephants)

as sure as the morning comes
your head hurts, but I'm the sick one?
slow down you might say something harmful
for me to feed on

blueberry boats
I dream of blueberry boats
but you just see pink elephants
I dream of blueberry boats

boy, take the hatchet from the devil
and bury it good
you've lived your life drunken with laughter
now what good are you?