LYRICS

These are lyrics from songs on the new album, Clearwater. You may download music and hear soundclips on our music page.
1. Wildest Sea
2. Forgotten
3. Clearwater
4. Neruda
5. Ontario
6. Seize the Day
7. Harvest Moon
8. Tanglewood Tree (by Dave Carter, lyrics not included)
9. Change Your Mind
10. First Step
11. And You
12. Amazing Grace (traditional, lyrics not included)

 

Wildest Sea  up

Oh how the sky is wide.
Wide is the sky across the wildest sea.
Stretches her arms so wide.
Stretches her arms across the wildest sea.

And how the sea is deep.
Deep as the sky is the wildest sea.
Dark with the secrets he keeps.
Deep as the sky as the wildest sea.

Fine is the line where the sea meets the sky.
Fine is the line between sky and sea.
Silver and blue and gray and white,
stretching as far as the eye can see.

Then the wind blows and the waves rise.
The sea meets the sky.
When the wind blows voices of the souls.
The sea meets the sky.

Why do I return?
Why do I come to the wildest sea?
All that I’ve lost I’ve learned.
all that I give it will take from me.

 

Clearwater   up

When we raise the white sail in the autumn air, everyone will know what it means.
And the Clearwater goes where the Hudson flows, by the Catskills down to the sea.

And the wind and the tide will be our guide. And the wind and the tide will be.

From the sea to the sky from the clouds to the rain, every drop of water will fall again.
And the Clearwater goes where the Hudson flows by the Catskills down to the sea.

Some may search deep below for trunks of gold but the sun on the water is treasure to me.
And the Clearwater goes where the Hudson flows by the Catskills down to the sea.

 

Forgotten   up

There are days I think that I have almost forgotten the first time we ever met:

but then the sky turns from gray into silver,
and the sun tosses her rays into the river,
and I want to tug your sleeve and ask if you can see it
and I guess that I haven’t yet.

There are days I think that I have almost forgotten the first time we ever met:

when we walked down to the yard where heroes stare from stony eyes,
with arms that cannot reach out, and then I realize -
their lips cannot make a sound - what I can’t say out loud,
but I guess that I haven’t yet.

There are days I think that I have almost forgotten the first time we ever met:

I twist answers out of twine trying to untangle
your point of view and mine - all these different angles -
and then I remember why, why I had to forget
but I guess that I haven’t yet.

 

Neruda   up

I first came to Santiago because I knew I had to write.
My pen and I found some good fortune and it brought me to the limelight.
Now I only seek the shadows and fear if I reveal myself.
That is why my feet move quickly: I am on my way to somewhere else.

I have never been one to argue that the pen is mightier than the sword,
but see how fiercely they seek the soldier who fights when he writes with the written word?

I have never seen grace and genius, a winged heart and a waterfall
come together in any other like they did in my dear friend Lorca.
When they gunned him down I knew I would write for justice not for wealth.
That is why my feet move quickly and I’m on my way to somewhere else.

I joined the struggle of the people, the peasants, the farmers, the miners all.
We had gathered in the desert for they locked the doors of the union hall.
The tanks came down with a sound like thunder and they set their sights on me,
but all the people listening drew near until I was hidden safely.

I had to travel by the darkness. I had to guess to mark my course.
On my way I stayed with people who said “You have been our voice.”
“You write for the struggle and for the people who cannot speak for themselves.”
That is why I must leave my country and I’m on my way to somewhere else.

I have never been one to argue that the pen is mightier than the sword,
but see how fiercely they seek the soldier who fights when he writes with the written word?

 

Ontario   up


The snow had started falling right before the engine caught on fire.
I threw it into neutral and made a quick escape.
Turned my shoulder to the cold and walked a half mile up the road.
This is just my luck you know, I never get a break.

My quarter clinks into the phone. “I have something to tell you.”
“You might want to sit down, you might even want to close your eyes.”

Got three more years of pushing snow east of Lake Ontario.
Not much around these upstate towns to make the time go by.
Once it had seemed clear to me to follow opportunity,
but now the reason’s faded and I can’t remember why.

My quarter clinks into the phone. “I have something to tell you.”
“You might want to sit down, you might even want to close your eyes.”

Now I am flipping through a magazine - it’s like fortune is their destiny.
Most of us have just enough in trying to get along.
But I would like to get this far: to leave a mark without a scar,
to do enough that’s right so I can undo something wrong.

My quarter clinks into the phone. “I have something to tell you.”
“You might want to sit down, you might even want to close your eyes.”

Got three more years of pushing snow east of Lake Ontario.

 

Seize the Day   up

Seize the day they say and I agree but sometimes though,
you’ve got to open your mouth and open your hands and laugh and let it go.

She comes to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder.
She says, “I’ve been watching your knuckles get white.”
“I used to claw my way, but now I’m older
I don’t hold on so tight.”

Look at these torn hands. I used to tear my fingers
on knots I could not unwind.
These hands are strong, but I found the scissors.
Now I just cut those ties.

You’ve just got to laugh and let it go.


Get past the let down, let down the heavy load.
Know when to turn around no matter how long you’ve been on the wrong road.
Got to know when to dig in, dig in and make your stand.
Got to know when giving in gives you the upper hand.

 

Harvest Moon   up


Down where the river flows
down where the corn grows.
Sing to the harvest moon.


Black feathered crows fly
shadows against the sky.
Sing to the harvest moon.


Standing among the worn
yellow and weathered corn.
Sing to the harvest moon.

 

Change Your Mind   up


I came five hundred miles, now they won’t open the gate.
They don’t want my kind here. They don’t know I’ve had to wait
for nineteen years I have heard my father’s voice.
He said “you’ve got to change their minds. You don’t have any other choice.”
Do you know I could change your mind?

Its like they made their minds up the minute I walked through that door.
They took one good look and they started keeping score.
When the tide pulls me down, when it starts to pull me under,
I remember how these words sound, and I say them over and over.
Do you know I could change your mind?

There was one diver trapped and they sent two of us down.
And it got so dark and cold that the other man turned around.
I made that rescue, but that’s not what the records say.
They gave the medal to the man who turned away.

But when I came to the surface the chief pulled me aside.
He said, “I've been watching you all along.”
“And I thought you’d give up, but you have proven me wrong.”
“You should know that you changed my mind.”

You can put weight on my shoulders, but it will not bring me down.
I will take any blockade and I will turn it around
into a stepping stone. You can try to stand in my way,
but you should know that I am going to say:
Do you know I could change your mind?

 

First Step   up


Come and take my hand and draw me ever closer
for this is our moment to share.
Nothing is as sweet as the time we have together,
time to remember how lucky we are.

Remember the first step should be on the right foot.
Count up to eight before we begin.
Learn how to turn away and when to step apart.
Remember how we come together again.


You lose your place. You lose track of time
but I will be there to remind you.
Your hand in mine. My hand on your shoulder. We keep track of time together.

I can still remember our first steps together.
You reached out your hand and we stepped alone.
Here we are today, after so many steps together,
surrounded by people who make our lives whole.

I lose my place. I lose track of time, but
you will be here to remind me.
Your hand in mine. My hand on your shoulder.
We keep track of time together.

Come and take my hand and draw me ever closer
for this is our moment to share.
Nothing is as sweet as the time we have together,
time to remember how lucky we are.

 

And You   up

And you catch my eye. And you sing my name.
You understand even when I can’t explain.
Your eyes are open. You arms are wide.
You see my point, catch my drift, see my side.

I was alone, and you took me in.
I was afraid, and you..

And you are now, and you will be.
You know how and you show me.
You’ve seen it all. You know my faults.
You know me well and you love me still.

From cinderblock to cellophane,
solid wall to windowpane,
hopeless sea to welcome shore,
obstacle to open door.

And you are now, and you will be.
You know how and you show me.
You’ve seen it all. You know my faults.
You know me well and you love me still.

I was alone, and you took me in.
I was afraid, and you..

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