May Forgiveness Still Be a Rose
Love letters you wrote me were taken in vain
now I hear the echoes of your sweet name
strange feelings surround me since you went away
and empty hours fill up my days
I hear a church bell ringing down the road
and my heart’s searching for a place to go
I clutch your picture and count my regrets
and hope that you’re not through loving me yet
May forgiveness still be a rose
that you can hold close to your heart
’cause this world of mine has withered
in the days since we’ve been apart
I have a love letter written on my lips
and I’d like you to read it with a kiss
I’ll mean every word that you need to feel
if you’ll just return and let our lives heal
May forgiveness still be a rose
that you can hold close to your heart
’cause this world of mine has withered
in the days since we’ve been apart
Blues Falling at Midnight
Blues falling at midnight
like raindrops from a cloud
all other colors
must be hiding for now
There can’t be a canvas
that looks like a rainbow
as long as you’re gone
and he’s holding you close
The splendor of sunrise
seems a million miles from here
blues falling at midnight
as hope slowly disappears
Painting my life anew
will be quite hard to do
blues falling at midnight
with all the world to lose
The splendor of sunrise
seems a million miles from here
blues falling at midnight
as hope slowly disappears
The Purple Hills
Though no one may meet you at twilight
and no flowers grace your windowsill
look to that beautiful tomorrow
when you’ll feel the breeze of the purple hills
Locusts may have stolen your harvest
and love left you hungrier still
but know that all sorrow will cease
when your feet first touch the purple hills
You’ll then be above the mayhem
spirit as light as a baby’s sigh
and as you walk the purple hills
wave to me should I pass by
I crave to see the pure light
that will dance on your smiling face
every serpent will be cast down
and old things will have passed away
Locusts may have stolen your harvest
and love left you hungrier still
but know that all sorrow will cease
when your feet first touch the purple hills
Who’s the Freest Anymore
When it’s a tired old life
and sunshine’s hard to find
I dream of the kindness
that was always in your eyes
You made your escape
and someday I’ll make mine
then we’ll meet in a garden
that’s full of color and light
We’ll float to one another
closer than ever before
and even butterflies will wonder
just who’s the freest anymore
Every hour will be a flower
as we take forever’s fragrance in
and the shackles of the old life
won’t even be dust in the wind
Oh we’ll float to one another
closer than ever before
and even butterflies will wonder
just who’s the freest anymore
