. . .
|
|
Explain again to me Lord when I'm here I don't know I don't know
The setting for the stage is still not clear where's the show where's the show
Let it begin let it begin I'm born can you use me
What would you have me to do Lord shall I sing them a song
I could tell them all about you Lord I could write of the loves I have known
I'll work in their cotton and cornfields I promise to do all I can
I'll laugh and I'll cry I'll live and I'll die please Lord let me be a man
Dear Lord let me be a man and I'll give it all that I can
If I'm needed in this distant land please Lord let me be a man
Before I begin this lavel of journing portraiting most tipical man
Last minute of destruction would surely be welcome
Please Lord let me hold to your hand
Dear Lord let me be a man...
. . .
|
|
Never think evil thoughts of anyone
It's just as wrong to think as to say
For a thought is but a word that's unspoken
In God's eyes He sees it this way
Lend a hand if you can to a stranger
Never worry if he can't repay
For in time you'll be repaid ten times over
In God's eyes He sees it this way
In God's eyes we're like sheep in a meadow
Now and then a lamb goes astray
But open arms should await it's returning
In God's eyes He sees it this way
[ guitar ]
In God's eyes we're like sheep in a meadow
Now and then a lamb goes astray
But open arms should await it's returning
In God's eyes He sees it this way
. . .
|
|
There's a family Bible on the table
Each page is torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memories
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by one
I can see us sittin' round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages Rock of ages cleft for me
Now this old world of ours is full of trouble
This old world would also better be
If we'd find more Bibles on the tables
And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me
I can see us sittin' round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me
. . .
|
|
I passed a home the other day
The yard was filled with kids at play
And on the sidewalk of this home
A little boy stood all alone
His smiling face was sweet and kind
But I could see the boy was blind
He listened to the children play
I bowed my head and there I prayed
Dear Lord above why must this be
And then these words came down to me
After all you're just a man
Aand it's not for you to understand
It's not for you to reason why
You too are blind without my eyes
So question not what I command
Cause it's not for you to understand
[ steel ]
Now when I pray my prayer is one
I pray his will not mine be done
After all I'm just a man
And it's not for me to understand
. . .
|
|
These are difficult times these are difficult times
Lord please give me a sign for these are difficult times
Remember the good times they're smaller in number and easier to recall
Don't spend too much time on the bad times
Their staggering number will be heavy as lead on your mind
Don't waste a moment unhappy invaluable moments gone with the leakage of time
As we leave on our own separate journeys
Moving west with the sun to a place buried deep within our minds
And remember the good times...
[ dobro ]
Remember the good times...
. . .
|
|
A short time I have to be with you, my love
But a short time is better than no time, you see
So I bring to you all my posessions
And would that you'd share them with me
I bring one springtime of robins
One springtime of robins to sing
I bring you one summer of roses
One summer of roses I bring
I bring you the dry leaves of autumn
Dry leaves will be helpful, you know
To soften the fall of your snowflakes
When I bring you your winter of snow
. . .
|
|
This looks like a December day.
This looks like a "time to remember" day.
And I remember the spring, such a sweet tender thing.
And love's summer college,
Where the green leaves of knowledge,
Were waiting to fall with the Fall.
And where September wine,
Numbed the measure of time.
Through the tears of October, now November's over,
And this looks like a December day.
This looks like a December day.
It looks like we've come to the end of the way.
And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning,
Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending:
The ending that won't go away.
And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning,
Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending:
The ending that won't go away.
And this looks like a December day.
. . .
|
|
Miracles appear
In the strangest of places
Fancy meeting you here
The last time I saw you
Was just out of Houston
Sit down let me buy you a beer
Your presence is welcome
With me and my friend here
This is a hangout of mine
We come here quite often
And listen to music
Partaking of yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine
I'm yesterday's wine
Aging with time
Like yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine
We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time
Like yesterday's wine
You give the appearence
Of one widely travelled
I'll bet you've seen
Things in your time
So sit down beside me
And tell me your story
If you think
You'll like yesterday's wine
Yesterday's wine
We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time
Like yesterday's wine
[ guitar ]
Yesterday's wine
We're yesterday's wine
Aging with time
Like yesterday's wine
. . .
|
|
It's been rough and rocky travelin',
But I'm finally standin' upright on the ground.
After takin' several readings,
I'm surprised to find my mind`s still fairly sound.
I guess Nashville was the roughest,
But I know I said the same about them all.
We received our education
In the cities of the nation, me and Paul.
Almost busted in Laredo,
But for reasons that I'd rather not disclose,
But if you're stayin' in a motel there and leave,
Just don't leave nothin' in your clothes.
And at the airport in Milwaukee,
They refused to let us board the plane at all,
They said we looked suspicious,
But I believe they like to pick on me and Paul.
I guess Nashville was the roughest,
But I know I said the same about them all.
We received our education
In the cities of the nation, me and Paul.
. . .
|
|
The closer I get to my home Lord the more I wanna be there
There'll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends Lord you know I wanna be there
There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours
Bout how wild that I was and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there
Well there's old Charlie Toll they threw away the mold when they made him
And Jimmy McCline it looks like the wine's finally laid him
And Billie McRae that I could any day in a card game
And Bessie McNeal but her tears are real I can see pain
There's a mixture of teardrops...
Lord thanks for ride I got a feeling inside that I know you
And if you see your way you're welcome to stay cause I'm gonna need you
There's be a mixture of teardrops....
. . .
|