Smithfield Fair:

SMITHFIELD FAIR: THE LONGING

(Stevenson Productions SP901919)

8323 Justin Avenue, Baton Rouge, LA 70809 USA

WHERE THE RIPPLING WATERS FLOW

I have been a traveler, ever on the move;

I always seek endeavor with excitement, may it prove.

But here – here is peace; here is balm for my weary soul;

Here is forgiveness found where the rippling waters flow.

Where the rippling waters flow, I can rest my weary head;

I feel comfort and I’m sure to this place I have been led.

Where the rippling waters flow,

There is contentment in my soul.

Here is peace, where the rippling waters flow.

I have always been a rover; my freedom is the open road;

No fences guard my heart; no conscience bars my soul.

But you – you are still. You lift up my wandering soul

In you I find redemption and let the rippling waters flow.

Where the rippling waters flow, I can rest my weary head;

I feel comfort and I’m sure to this place I have been led.

Where the rippling waters flow…

Through a world of shadows with death at every door,

You offer me comfort and now my cup runneth o’er

I long for green pastures where your waters soothe my soul.

I will want no more, but to your cooling waters go.

Where the rippling waters flow…

GOING TO THE MOON

She was the kind of girl makes one stop and wonder

Stop and wonder – stop and wonder

The kind of eyes that can cause rain and thunder

Sun and stars and years of wonder

I’m going to the moon, won’t you come along?

I’d go anywhere with you; you can teach me your song.

And we’ll go along.

It was the kind of day makes one stop and think

Stop and think – stop and think

The kind of world that makes you blink

And maybe take a drink – give her a wink

I’m going to the moon, won’t you come along?

I’d go anywhere with you; you can teach me your song.

And we’ll go along.

I’m going to the moon - I’m going to the moon

I’m so glad you’re here and we’re going to the moon

RADIO

When we were small, radio was king.

A door to the world – admission free;

With glimpses of places that we longed to go-

It offered dreams to hold…

And as we grew, radio was there

It changed us all, gave us songs to share-

We could ride the evening air waves

‘Til the morning’s glow- anywhere we’d go-

On the radio

(Refrain)

On the road or at home we are never alone

When we want to know how goes the world?

Let the dial roll to the radio

Every day we wake - something else has changed

Something has been lost, something has been gained

It is now a global family we’re connected to

And to orchestrate us through

Is the radio – a magic carpet ride;

A voice of hope – an illuminated dial

Like a beacon in the night – a universal key

And it still is free, and it still is king!

(Refrain)

SEPARATE ROCKETS

In Jan’s dream we were all in rockets flying around the top of the skyscraper,
but she said it was alright for we all had separate rockets.

(I DO BEST) IN TWILIGHT

I do best in twilight when the sun cannot be seen.

I do best in twilight when it’s grey and in-between.

I come alive; I sing and my mind is on fire.

My soul quickly flies. I spy with and follow my mind’s eye.

I do best in twilight – making sense in this half light.

I do best in twilight.

I hear other voices when there’s no one here but me.

My own inner choices and directions I must heed.

Conscience and time; each song just a step on the way.

Ideas in rhyme pulling me on day by day.

I do best in twilight –

Like poising in time – hazy and hard to define.

Uncertainty high – a hush and a grey dusty light

I do best in twilight -

WRITTEN ON THE WING

Hear the melody;

The way our hearts can sing.

When I’m dancing in the moonlight,

Is it only just a dream?

It’s a song I hear on waking

Like it’s written on the wing

Sing along and see

Our hearts in harmony.

Pick a star and cast your wishes

Take my hand and be with me.

It’s a lullaby in stolen time;

Love is written on the wing

Sing this lovely song.

I’ll listen all night long.

When you sing, I hear the angels

Sounding O, so close and clear.

I’m in another world tonight;

Love is written on the wing.

LASTING EFFECTS

Long have I loved you now

Long time you’ve given me this wonderful life

Long years of struggle pursuing our dreams

Together

Living in the lasting effects of your love

Never really knew life could be so good

Long days of loneliness left me lost and longing

Hard times and trouble chasing a dream

Never sure

Longing for the depth and breadth of such love

Strong are the lasting effects of your love

Your love for me

My love for you

All ways, always

Long are the lasting effects of your love

Should it end right here and now

I will forever hold the memory of a full cup

I’ll see you in dreams waiting for me

As I would wait for you

Living in the lasting effects of your love

Strong are the lasting effects of your love…

JEWEL FOUND

THE LONGING

We are the anxious child – We are the troubled youth

We are the questioning ones who always seek the truth

We’re always longing for the chance to gain a firmer grasp

We’re always longing for the hand that pulls us into the dance

We’re longing for better – the longing pulls us on

The longing lasts forever until it takes you home

We cannot change the past, nor make the old lies true

But, we’re doing all we can to keep the old good new

We’re always longing …

For what we don’t have…we’re longing

For those in need…we’re longing

And long as we’re longing, we’re longing….for more

We are the melting sun – We are the crying dew

We are the open universe praying for a clue.

We’re always longing …

(THERE’S) NO USE IN CRYING

Remember when the two of us sat laughing

Love was new and such a rush - closer than the night follows the twilight.

But seasons change and so can love;

Slowly slipping silently away from us, darkness followed our light.

But there’s no use in crying at all.

There’s no use in crying – just get up from the fall

You’ve got to rise up and face a new dawn

Now and then I find your eyes

And focus through the crowd to realize fragments still fall and linger.

In a moment our words collide.

Lost – thoughts and poetry aside, then, awkward moments meet the singer.

But there’s no use in crying at all

There’s no use in crying – time will heel it all.

You’ve got to rise up and face a new dawn.

Fragments still remembered,

But moments once so tender are gone.

LAUGHING IN THE FACE OF THE MOON

Daylight falls like colored glass.

Hold me close and we will dance,

To these oncoming evening tunes

We’re laughing in the face of the moon.

…In the face of the moon.

With whispered words we close the day,

As the shadows fade away

These long evening afternoons

End laughing in the face of the moon.

Distant voices fill with promises;

Changing tones among the stars;

Hearts lost in an ancient serenade;

A touch leads to dancing,

And laughing …

AN ANCIENT TUNE

PLENTY OF TIME

If nobody tells you – and you make your own guess

You’re left to be right – or as far from that as you can get

So sit here and listen, I’ll tell you the truth

Despite all our problems – I will always love you

There will always be room – here at my side

There will ever be tea by the fire

And assurance and plenty of time

This bond that we share –is something divine

Sometimes we seem miles apart

When we’re really about to collide

There are times to be silent and times to sing strong

There’s plenty of time for it all

And you’re welcome to come along

So never be frightened – that I’ll leave you behind

We’ll be ever together

When this old world’s tether finally unwinds

So, this truth I tell you – I’ve plenty of time

For you, when you need me;

I’ll be there in plenty, plenty of time

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