Rain King
Rain king he’s singing, he’s singing pretty songs.
Suns peaking out, it’s out but not for long.
Duel of the sun, the sun and the rain,
Sky is darkening, the rain has over came.
Sun of our lost light, who had gave all his sight.
To the rain, to the pouring rain.
Now the rain is gone and the clouds have gone away.
Sky is brightening, it is a sunny day,
All of the flowers bloom in different shades,
Suns peaking out, it’s out till the sky’s gray.
The Beautiful Ground
Now we love the ground, it’s not all just dirt.
Beautiful flower proud and alert,
Where did you come, from a seed in the dirt?
We recognize the flowers beauty but that’s all,
Without the dirt the flower wouldn’t stand tall.
So when you think the ground is all dirt, and there is nothing else to say,
There is magic in the ground, that makes the flowers grow this way.
The Great Outdoors
Me and my friends, singing loud, way up there on a cloud.
Birds singing songs, beautiful and soft,
The forest melts, through words of their mouth.
With the wind my mind will flow, autumn’s bright leaves and the winters snow.
Me and my friends have come to see the beautiful flowers and the green trees.
Me and my friends without a doubt, want a part of it all, don’t leave us out.
I see you and you see me, out in the prairie up in a tree,
I see you and you see me, together forever that’s what we’ll be.
A part of it all, without a doubt,
We’re all the world’s children, never left out.
So slash her water and spin around,
Hear the song of Mother Nature singing loud,
Way up there on a cloud.
Big Back Creek
We went down to the forest, to the trees,
I hear water, it’s just leaves,
They rustle in the breeze.
Butterfly, flying through an open field, magic and free,
Rest your wing up on a mountain peak.
Little turtle full and free, don’t you hide from the world, it’s just me.
I have come to see you, and to see, Big Back Creek,
At the bottom of a mountain peak, beautiful for you to see.
Hurricane Felix N.C. 1995
Cold and windy day, waiting for the storm,
It is coming tonight, well that’s what they say.
Out to the farm, round up all the sheep,
Feeling like a Shepard, with mud on my feet.
Get all the pigs, nobody knows why,
Storm clouds are coming, and they’re filling up the sky.
First the pigs start squealing, and then they start to cry,
We’ll just leave this one right here, and hope that it don’t die.
Lets go to the dock, and tie up the boat,
We will tie it up good, we got lots of rope.
Storm clouds they’re coming, and they’re filling up the sky,
We’ll just leave the boat right here, and hope that it don’t die.
They say a storm is coming, to this strip of land,
Do you think we’ll make it, how much will we stand?
Storm clouds they’re coming, and they’re filling up the sky,
We’ll just all just stay right here, and hope that we don’t die.
Tide
Tide is going out,
Trying to catch the next wave in,
Big sharks on the prowl,
Run back to your friends,
Sun is setting fast,
Over an open sea,
Hurry up right now,
Get back to were you want to be.
Willow Tree
Willow tree,
He is weeping limbs to the ground.
Sad weeping willow wears a frown.
Why do you wear a frown on your face?
Do you have a heart that is filled with empty space?
You don’t stand proud,
Over your head there hangs a cloud,
A dark cloud.
Where went our pride?
The dove that lived here fell and died,
This is what scorned you and made you cry,
This is the pain that tears you up from inside.
The dove that lived here is dead and gone,
You’re leaves are wilted,
And can’t carry on.
Wet Shoes
Wet shoes by the fire,
Trying to dry.
I’ve seen jerky less smoked.
I’ve seen soaked sponges less wet.
My shoes could host a whale,
A seal or a duck,
A swordfish or lobster,
A sail boat and its dock.
They smoke with steam,
They’re dry and clean.
It rained all night,
The coals still hot,
Now shoes are dry and so delight.
Fishing
I like to go fish in a stream,
But I often times thought it’s quite mean,
To put a hook through a worm and make him squiggle and squirm if he had a mouth he’d probably scream “you bastard”!
I often wonder, is it right to take a life to catch another?
May be the worm has a family,
An aunt or a sister or brother.
May be he has a job digging highways through the earth,
May be he has a family to support in that case his life has some worth.
So next time I go fishing and want to catch a tasty dish,
I’ll kill the worm, make him squiggle and squirm because I’m sure worms don’t taste good like fish.