1. |
oh do not fly away
02:51
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Oh Do Not Fly Away
I’ll wait to ring the bells awhile,
till all the light and color
have stayed the whole of spring,
until I believe it.
And if,
and if I count on you,
oh do not fly away.
I dare not count on you,
it is too early to say.
Oh can you tell me of the future,
if something is the matter?
I am afraid to look
down the road much further.
And if,
and if I count on you,
oh do not fly away.
I dare not count on you,
it is too early to say.
All through the dog paths and hazel,
in every place I’ve entered,
I’ve looked for you to come,
years ago or sooner.
And if,
and if I count on you,
oh do not fly away.
I dare not count on you,
it is too early to say.
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2. |
today
03:39
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Today
Into the traffic changing,
a good friend I have had.
Today, today his leaving
makes me sad.
My friend is starting over.
There is a trembling.
Today, today is trembling
through the trees.
If you see him there on your street
will you smile or shake his hand?
Today, today,
the brotherhood of man.
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3. |
girl on my left
02:20
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The Girl On My Left
Some days ring out into night
my failures with people right here.
The living room growing wide.
If I get near, what will I say?
Miles to fly over,
miles to the girl on my left.
The boy I love, he can walk
right over to anyone here
and talk about anything,
rain porches, car trips to the sea.
Miles to fly over
miles to the girl on my left.
Walk over, fly over, run over,
walk over there.
People feel loved when he’s around.
People feel light when he’s around.
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4. |
song about traveling
03:43
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Song About Traveling
A man said Why, why does traveling
in cars and in trains make him feel sad,
a beautiful sadness.
I’ve felt this before.
It’s the people in the cities you’ll never know,
it is everything you pass by,
wondering will you ever return.
The colors of rowboats, the greens and the blues.
Orange grove side streets you only see halfway.
And beaches in winter
and when kites are flown.
It’s the people in the cities you’ll never know,
it is everything you pass by,
wondering will you ever return.
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5. |
some clear joy is coming
03:30
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Some Clear Joy Is Coming
Father John in the driveway
comes here to bless me.
My Father in the morning
will bend to hear me.
Some clear joy is coming on some slowest train,
I am hearing it coming again.
Flowerless in the country,
birdless in the spring,
my man and I are weeping,
we have been weeping.
Some clear joy is coming on some slowest train.
Do you hear that it’s coming again?
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6. |
rooftop
02:04
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Rooftop
I hope you are on your rooftop now,
in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers,
and the warm wind blows your scarf around,
flying like a flag.
I hope you’re on your rooftop now.
I hope you are on your rooftop now,
in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers,
and the warm wind blows your scarf straight out,
flying like a flag.
I hope you’re on your rooftop now.
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7. |
a thousand miles
03:40
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A Thousand Miles
My soles catch dogwood petals.
I don’t know who lives here,
where people are walking to a birthday.
I am just passing by.
This boy who sits in sadness
beside me in the traffic,
he is turning farther and farther;
I go straight into town.
A thousand miles near,
a thousand miles far,
a thousand miles away.
Oh I want to be like Sister Margaret Edmund,
whose life connects with so many in this city.
I am inside my door.
Some fellow misunderstood me.
I thought I’d spoken clearly.
Living rooms are such a long way
for words to travel alone.
A thousand miles near,
a thousand miles far,
a thousand miles away.
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8. |
too early to say
03:19
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Too Early To Say
Long roads of orange groves
I try, try to see down.
Joyful arrival may be far, far away.
When will I see you coming so many miles?
It is too early to say.
Out in the backyard I will wait for a downpour.
The sky may open but it won’t be today.
When will I see you coming so many miles?
It is too early to say.
Oh down orange groves, narrow roads
I have been looking.
I am half in tomorrow and half in today.
When will I see you coming so many miles?
It is too early to say.
Wait for bright news to reach us,
wait for bright news to reach me.
We will sing through the city,
we will sing through the day.
When will I see you coming so many miles?
It is too early to say.
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9. |
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Migration
My love will sail this ship
through great storms and ice flows.
He is not afraid as I am,
he is not afraid.
And this is why he knows the way.
And this is why he knows the way.
He knows the way.
Oh my brothers and sisters, he is so kind,
despite the losses that have made us this sad.
Five blocks of sidewalk chalk he steers us clear of,
blue ice skaters and animals.
And this is why he knows the way.
And this is why he knows the way.
He knows the way.
All the birds of this neighborhood are leaving.
Some days we feel left behind.
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10. |
i left the grounds
01:16
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I Left The Grounds
I have turned around.
I’m walking back to join the choir.
Leaves are flying through the sky.
There’s a hidden life,
there’s a life that no one knows,
there are things that can’t be told.
And Sister Michael didn’t know.
I’ve never said a word to her.
It’s not her fault,
but it was getting hard enough
to be around.
I left the grounds.
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11. |
small planes
04:30
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Small Planes
I know what you mean,
when you want to run to meet the world,
intentions may not carry you far.
Small planes are here
but they never leave my room at all,
they don’t make it through,
they don’t make it out.
I want to be like Sister Veronica,
whose life connects with so many lives.
Small planes are here
but they never leave my room at all.
They don’t make it through,
they don’t make it out.
My words to him
they didn’t touch him, not at all.
And I never can say what I mean to say.
Small planes are here
but they never leave my room at all.
They don’t make it through,
they don’t make it out.
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
when am I going to leave here?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
when am I going to get there?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
who am I going to help there?
Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles,
when am I going to get there?
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12. |
i have loved you
02:19
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the innocence mission Pennsylvania
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