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Words from a song by Joey:
"I know, you must go,
But oh how it hurts me,
Each time you say goodbye.
The tears in your heart,
Shine in your eyes,
And I love you more than I realized.
But please, please come back,
Never forget me,
For Darling I love you so.
And now, turn away,
Please, please turn away -
Or I will never, ever let you go."
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Thank you.
JOEY
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
HOW WILL I FEEL WHEN IT’S OVER
How will I feel when it’s over,
And the time to part is at hand,
How will I feel when it’s ended,
And I’ve lost the promised land.
I will feel like I’ve climbed the last mountain,
I will feel that I’ve crossed the last sea,
I will feel I have lost my tomorrows,
On the day that you leave me.
Note: These words can be sung to an old country crossover hit:
“I really don’t want to know”
And the time to part is at hand,
How will I feel when it’s ended,
And I’ve lost the promised land.
I will feel like I’ve climbed the last mountain,
I will feel that I’ve crossed the last sea,
I will feel I have lost my tomorrows,
On the day that you leave me.
Note: These words can be sung to an old country crossover hit:
“I really don’t want to know”
A TIME FOR ALL
An aging great-necked bear once stood,
On a knoll in the morning haze,
The wind ran through his shaggy fur,
His great head rocked with rage.
His blood caked where his skin was torn,
One eyelid drooped half-closed,
And here and there some fur was gone,
And blood oozed from his nose.
He’d been in a fight, that much was sure,
He’s lost it, that much too,
Yet you couldn’t see what really hurt,
For his heart was broke in two.
A younger bear had beaten him,
It was an honest fight,
That raged from morning’s early hours,
Til evening’s darkened night.
And when the battle ended,
And the vicious furor still,
It was the aging great-necked bear,
That was driven from his hill.
He’d lost it all, for once and good,
He’d never get it back,
The hill, the cubs, the females too,
Their comfort must be lack.
For there is a season to each of us,
As he had lived his own,
And when it nears its bitter end,
We fight for what we’ve known.
And like that shaggy great-necked bear,
Our loss comes hard to us,
We can’t believe our time has come,
It has been ever thus.
But life goes on, the cycle swings,
To each there his a day,
And like the great-necked shaggy bear,
Soon must it slip away.
And so he sinks unto the ground,
His power slowly gone,
As we who reach our hearts to him,
Must do, yet on and on.
Joey
On a knoll in the morning haze,
The wind ran through his shaggy fur,
His great head rocked with rage.
His blood caked where his skin was torn,
One eyelid drooped half-closed,
And here and there some fur was gone,
And blood oozed from his nose.
He’d been in a fight, that much was sure,
He’s lost it, that much too,
Yet you couldn’t see what really hurt,
For his heart was broke in two.
A younger bear had beaten him,
It was an honest fight,
That raged from morning’s early hours,
Til evening’s darkened night.
And when the battle ended,
And the vicious furor still,
It was the aging great-necked bear,
That was driven from his hill.
He’d lost it all, for once and good,
He’d never get it back,
The hill, the cubs, the females too,
Their comfort must be lack.
For there is a season to each of us,
As he had lived his own,
And when it nears its bitter end,
We fight for what we’ve known.
And like that shaggy great-necked bear,
Our loss comes hard to us,
We can’t believe our time has come,
It has been ever thus.
But life goes on, the cycle swings,
To each there his a day,
And like the great-necked shaggy bear,
Soon must it slip away.
And so he sinks unto the ground,
His power slowly gone,
As we who reach our hearts to him,
Must do, yet on and on.
Joey
Friday, January 23, 2009
THE FINDING
I was driving one fine sunny day,
When a fallen sparrow did I see,
I stopped a moment to comfort her,
And then she flew away from me.
Free she was, of course, to go,
I knew that I should feel,
And yet I hoped that she might stay,
For her suffering did I heal.
Yet no one owns the mists of day,
And no one owns the night,
And no one owns the clouds that roam
The sky, then drift from sight.
Why then do some think they can own,
A heart that’s just as free,
To rest a while in a sheltered place,
And then take wings and flee.
When a fallen sparrow did I see,
I stopped a moment to comfort her,
And then she flew away from me.
Free she was, of course, to go,
I knew that I should feel,
And yet I hoped that she might stay,
For her suffering did I heal.
Yet no one owns the mists of day,
And no one owns the night,
And no one owns the clouds that roam
The sky, then drift from sight.
Why then do some think they can own,
A heart that’s just as free,
To rest a while in a sheltered place,
And then take wings and flee.
OUTLOOK
If you tend to live in the past my friend,
One thing is perfectly clear,
The things that are happening to you right now,
Will be the past, next year.
So yesterday, tomorrow will be,
One day just over the hill.
Best get on living while you may,
For God is writing your bill.
For what is age when you think of it,
But a way of measuring time,
For some the journey’s long and slow,
For others, the briefest time.
As I look back, upon my years,
I see in the clearest way,
It’s not how long the journey takes,
But how you find your way.”
One thing is perfectly clear,
The things that are happening to you right now,
Will be the past, next year.
So yesterday, tomorrow will be,
One day just over the hill.
Best get on living while you may,
For God is writing your bill.
For what is age when you think of it,
But a way of measuring time,
For some the journey’s long and slow,
For others, the briefest time.
As I look back, upon my years,
I see in the clearest way,
It’s not how long the journey takes,
But how you find your way.”
THE PRODIGAL
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
What sayeth thee of thou?
Have thee ken a loss of senses, lad?
Have thee lost thy way somehow?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We have heard no word from thee.
Has the cat aborted thy tongue, my lad,
And yet to set it free?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We have set thy bed for sure,
And needs not more than we can give,
To welcome you home once more.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Tis long since you were here,
And we miss your wit and style, lad,
And that homespun grand old cheer.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Can't thee hear us through the mists?
Tis a fair and splendid day my son,
And a pity you should miss.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Yet the drummer beats his tune,
Would you plan to make your way back son,
And do so mighty soon?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We've placed flowers by the door,
And set them into skeins of gold,
To welcome you home once more.
What sayeth thee of thou?
Have thee ken a loss of senses, lad?
Have thee lost thy way somehow?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We have heard no word from thee.
Has the cat aborted thy tongue, my lad,
And yet to set it free?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We have set thy bed for sure,
And needs not more than we can give,
To welcome you home once more.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Tis long since you were here,
And we miss your wit and style, lad,
And that homespun grand old cheer.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Can't thee hear us through the mists?
Tis a fair and splendid day my son,
And a pity you should miss.
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
Yet the drummer beats his tune,
Would you plan to make your way back son,
And do so mighty soon?
Billy-me-boy, Billy-me-boy,
We've placed flowers by the door,
And set them into skeins of gold,
To welcome you home once more.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
II HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
WE MET,
AND IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, IT WASN'T ALL THAT GREAT.
WE FOUGHT, DIDN'T GET ALONG AT ALL.
WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE MUCH TO SAY,
DIDN'T KNOW WHY WE WERE THERE,
BUT NEITHER OF US WOULD GO AWAY.
AND TIME WENT ON.
I REMEMBER A NIGHT, A TERRIBLE NIGHT,
WE FOUGHT A NASTY, TERRIBLE FIGHT,
I HAD THE MEANEST THINGS TO SAY,
I WONDERED WHY YOU DIDN'T RUN AWAY.
BUT YOU DIDN'T.
AND THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED, I BELIEVE,
THAT WAS THE NIGHT I FIRST PERCEIVED,
THERE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL HAPPENING HERE,
SOMETHING SPECIAL, BUT NOT TERRIBLY CLEAR.
I FELT ITS PULL, IT HELD ME THERE,
BUT OF WHAT IT WAS, I WAS UNAWARE.
I WOULD AWAKE AND TURN ON THE SCREEN,
AND SEARCH FOR YOUR NAME.
AND IF IT WAS THERE, MY DAY WOULD BEGIN,
AND IF IT WAS NOT, IT WOULD NOT.
I FELT ALL THIS BUT I DIDN'T KNOW,
WHY ONE GIRL SHOULD AFFECT ME SO.
BUT YOU DID.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED, I DON’T KNOW WHY,
WE CAME TOGETHER, YOU AND I,
AND THOUGH NOTHING SPECIAL OCCURRED THAT NIGHT,
WE DIDN'T ARGUE, WE DIDN'T FIGHT,
BUT SPOKE OF LOVE AND IT WAS OH SO RIGHT.
IT WAS A MAGIC MOMENT ON A MAGICAL NIGHT.
ISN''T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
BUT WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE,
A GIRL WHO WOULD WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO ME?
TO LIE TOGETHER IN THE DARK OF NIGHT,
AND HOLD ONE ANOTHER, OH SO TIGHT.
WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WE COULD BE,
THE STARS, IN A LOVERS’ FANTASY.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING....
II HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
WE MET,
AND IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, IT WASN'T ALL THAT GREAT.
WE FOUGHT, DIDN'T GET ALONG AT ALL.
WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE MUCH TO SAY,
DIDN'T KNOW WHY WE WERE THERE,
BUT NEITHER OF US WOULD GO AWAY.
AND TIME WENT ON.
I REMEMBER A NIGHT, A TERRIBLE NIGHT,
WE FOUGHT A NASTY, TERRIBLE FIGHT,
I HAD THE MEANEST THINGS TO SAY,
I WONDERED WHY YOU DIDN'T RUN AWAY.
BUT YOU DIDN'T.
AND THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED, I BELIEVE,
THAT WAS THE NIGHT I FIRST PERCEIVED,
THERE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL HAPPENING HERE,
SOMETHING SPECIAL, BUT NOT TERRIBLY CLEAR.
I FELT ITS PULL, IT HELD ME THERE,
BUT OF WHAT IT WAS, I WAS UNAWARE.
I WOULD AWAKE AND TURN ON THE SCREEN,
AND SEARCH FOR YOUR NAME.
AND IF IT WAS THERE, MY DAY WOULD BEGIN,
AND IF IT WAS NOT, IT WOULD NOT.
I FELT ALL THIS BUT I DIDN'T KNOW,
WHY ONE GIRL SHOULD AFFECT ME SO.
BUT YOU DID.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
AND THEN IT HAPPENED, I DON’T KNOW WHY,
WE CAME TOGETHER, YOU AND I,
AND THOUGH NOTHING SPECIAL OCCURRED THAT NIGHT,
WE DIDN'T ARGUE, WE DIDN'T FIGHT,
BUT SPOKE OF LOVE AND IT WAS OH SO RIGHT.
IT WAS A MAGIC MOMENT ON A MAGICAL NIGHT.
ISN''T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
BUT WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE,
A GIRL WHO WOULD WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO ME?
TO LIE TOGETHER IN THE DARK OF NIGHT,
AND HOLD ONE ANOTHER, OH SO TIGHT.
WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WE COULD BE,
THE STARS, IN A LOVERS’ FANTASY.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING,
TO LOVERS YOUNG IN HEART, OR TIME,
THAT MAKES THEIR LOVERS’ HEARTS ENTWINE.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING?
IT HAPPENS ALMOST EVERY SPRING.
ISN'T LOVE A FUNNY THING....
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