Motherland

 

Atlantic waters don’t forget to kiss your lover

Before you wash up on the coastal line

Lady liberty with a halo around her head 

Seven seas and seven worlds align

 

Your not my motherland

Your not my motherland

 

Providence was what they said would guide me further

When I washed up on the coastal line

Ticket taker seems to think that I’m unworthy

Hey man just let me slip on by

 

Your not my motherland

Your not my motherland

 

Atlantic waters don’t forget to kiss your lover

Before you wash up on the coastal line

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Rainmaker

 

Wind blows from the north to the south on the great pastoral plains

It’s not a prayer or some magic hoax that makes the fields turn green

 

He came down from Burlington on a train he boarded last week

And the Rainmaker will make for us, sweet soft summer rain

 

It’s a lonely life just telling lies to the people who want what’s good

So the Rainmaker went to a hotel out west and ended his rainmaking days

 

And the people weren’t saved and the flocks wasted away and all the crops were turned to hay

And the people started to pray for sweet soft summer rain

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Crossing The Bar

 

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I go out to sea,

 

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

 

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

 

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.