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Some men spend a lifetime in the hope they can devise
A chart which will an able man then someday analyze The wretched men who stumble then somehow cannot arise They'll pay one man to draw the charts another to declare What secret signs are in the lines but do they really care That one is long and one is short and one line is not there For charts or abstract documents that cannot have a soul They cannot tell why this man fell and that one reached his goal Nor can they tell why some rebel and lose all self control I think a thousand years from now as it was long ago Two roads will be for all to see but which way will man go Will he arise toward the skies to reach for some new plateau Will he devise a brave new world a world thus far unknown Will he plow under all the seeds of greed and hate he sewn Or will he steal the very field he plants his hopes upon As long as there are two such roads a man can look upon As long as some men linger deep within the twilight zone The weak will always take the road that leads to wall of stone There should be made a stone blockade torn from the prison stone And make a wall across all roads man should not walk upon And let the seeds of bitter weeds grow till that road is gone Then those who sot in higher power those who hold the might Could then direct the hordes of men on to the way that's right And then the men who draw the charts would also see the light |
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In a vine covered
Shack in the mountains Bravely fighting The battle of time There's a dear one Who's wept Through life's sorrows It's that silver Haired daddy of mine Chorus (2x): If I couxd recall All the heartaches Dear ole daddy I've caused you to bear If I could erase Those lines from your face And bring back The gold to your hair If God would but Grant me the power Just to turn back The pages of time I would give all I own just to put a tone To that silver Haired daddy of mine |
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Last night I dreamed an angel came.
He took my hand, he called my name. He bid me look the other way; I saw a man, I heard him say Chorus: He said if I be lifted up I'll draw all men to me. He turned and then I saw the nail-scarred hands that bled for me. I touched the hem of his garment that fell round him there My life my heart I gave, my soul was in his care. When I awoke my heart beat so and in the dark I saw a glow. This was no dream he turned my way. Again I heard my Saviour say,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (Chorus) |
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