THE DYING PINES
Take me where the old oak grows,
Where the winding river flows.
I’ll make my peace with fern and stone.
Take me where the old oak grows.
Take me where my father lay,
Where the ragged edges beg.
Return me to the dust and clay.
Take me back to where my father lay.
Take me to the ashen pyre,
Where all I love was set afire.
May every cruel and lonesome road
Take me back to the ashen pyre.
Take me to the dying pines,
I’ll see you in the dying light.
May every death lead back to life,
And live on among the dying pines.
lET tHE BURIED LIE FORGOTTEN
Already dark corners were whispering
Of a culling, a reaping, a reckoning
When you left these times to us,
And impending calamity.
A creaking, a groaning, a splintering,
The shared chore of belabored breathing,
As if the air was filled with pitch,
The match yet unlit.
As if this moment froze in waiting, a final gasp before the plunge.
May sorrow starve our souls of stillness, may terror purify our blood.
To the ones who departed this ravaging,
The bowels of their bondage unraveling,
May their bones be laid in peace,
And their memory spared from grief.
Let the buried lie forgotten. Free them from tomorrow’s cares.
Invoke them not into these hours. These trials are for living souls to bear.
carry on
One morning I woke up and I knew you were really gone.
A new day, a new way, and new eyes to see the dawn.
Go your way, I’ll go mine.
The sky is clearing and the night has cried enough.
The sun, he comes, the world to soften up.
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice.
The fortunes of fables are able to sing a song:
Now witness the quickness with which we get along.
To sing the blues, you’ve got to live the dues, and carry on.
Carry on, love is coming. Love is coming to us all.
Where are you going now, my love? Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow?
The questions of a thousand dreams,
What you do with what you see…
Brother, can you talk to me?
Girl, when I was on my own chasing you down,
What was it made you run, trying your best just to get around?
The questions of a thousand dreams,
What you do with what you see…
Brother, can you talk to me?
Carry on...