JOHN DENVER lyrics - Different Directions

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There is a river that runs from the mountains, that one river is all rivers, all rivers are that one. There is a tree that stands in the forest, that one tree is all forests, all trees are that one. There is a flower that blooms in the desert, that one blossom is all flowers, all flowers are that one. It is the song of life, it is the flower of faith, it is the tree of temptation it is the river of no regret. There is a child that cries in the ghetto, that one child is all children, all children are that one. There is a vision that shines in the darkness, that one vision is all of our dreams, all of our dreams are that one. It is a vision of heaven, it is a child of promise, it is the song of life, it is the river of no regret. Let this be a voice for the mountains, let this be a voice for the river, let this be a voice for the forest, let this be a voice for the flowers, let this be a voice for the ocean, let this be a voice for the desert, let this be a voice for the children, let this be a voice for the dreamers, let this be a voice of no regret, no regret.

1974

ROBBIE WILLIAMS
1974 Into bursting, into flames You burn so brightly To shame the shamed Feeling feelings, were never yours You woke up screaming 1974 1974 74, 74, 74, 74 Child of the 80's The Hillsborough crush That girl in the fourth year That was up the duff Lisa Parkes I loved you But you never saw A year below you 1974 1974 You're face now fear here You're getting skanks Must be a reason why i'm shooting blanks If you were the somewhere Right in my life The only saviour You're mine tonight Big wheel turning Down by the river Found my calling Down by the river Wanna live forever So far so good Now I trust myself better God I wish you would I've never been unfaithful Good with the law I know I've been faithful 1974 1974 I'll die in your footsteps Trade on your name I'll kill you with kindness If you hurt me again Standing in the rain Thinking of you tonight I've been searching for a meaning Trying to find a wife Loving all persons To make it alright I've been singing in the rain Watching over you tonight Stunned by the saddest songs she used to sing Don't look for tomorrow today Goodbye dear Sunday It's been fun now it's Monday Everything's coming up roses Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974 Child of the 80's 1974

Children Again

JASON GRAY "Christmas Stories: Repeat The Sounding Joy"
We found one in a closet and one in a drawer There’s no hiding place we won’t find anymore We’d shake every present for any small clue Of what lies beneath the words “from me to you” But for every present left under a tree There are things that we hoped for and never received And the years and the yearning can make us forget To be filled with wonder instead of regret But Christmas is calling again Leading us to Bethlehem Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, but a baby Can make us all children again When you want to forgive but the wound is so deep And you ache for forgiveness for the secrets you keep When the flower of your heart only feels like a thorn And you long for the child that you were before Christmas is calling again Leading you to Bethlehem Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, but a baby Can make us all children again Afraid to be strangers We circle the manger And kneel down beside it again But he wishes that we would crawl in Where a child is waiting for you When grown up dreams don’t come true It sounds crazy, that a baby Would ask for our hearts made of stone And then give us a heart like his own If we let him, he will begin To make us all children again We will be children again God wrapped a gift that he hid in the world Deep in the womb of an innocent girl But when we were ready and on a dirt floor Love found a way in and left open the door

Prophecy

ICED EARTH "Something Wicked This Way Comes"
[Schaffer] I can see clearly now, a painful vision indeed An attack on hallowed ground, from high above Alien to us, the species known as man A serious threat, in the eyes of the Elder So heed my warning, before our own existence falls near extinct Our culture is lost in ancient mystery, covered in the sands of time A sacred few survive the massacre this night In secret they will meet a new society Ten thousand years from now, a child will be born I've seen the vision, the writing on the wall He'll walk the Earth, two thousand years or more Paving the way, for mankind's fall So there is hope you see, but we must act with great speed Assemble the chosen, the ones to lead, and morph them in the likeness of man Oppressed for centuries, await the prophecy The child will set us free, reclaim it rightfully We'll take their identity and live among them free All the while, plotting events that mold their history We'll build the perfect beast with the knowledge that they seek If it takes ten thousand years, we never will retreat Assassins we will be, through human history Jesus Christ to Kennedy, the Domino Decree Disciples of the Watch, prepare the coming curse If it takes ten thousand years, we never will retreat And so, our world is doomed, we'll lay claim again some day There is hope, in the birth of one, so many centuries away

Abandoned

KAMELOT "One Cold Winter's Night"
Once my life was plain and clear I recall once my ignorance was bliss Nightfall came like a serpent's kiss To my troubled mind Why, oh why, my god Have you abandoned me In my sobriety Behind the old facade I'm your bewildered child So take me across the river wide Binding promises were made on my soul Grand illusions led astray Ice cold winds swept my heart away Bring me back to you Why, oh why, my god above Have you abandoned me In my sobriety Behind the old facade I'm your bewildered child So take me across the river wide

My God

ALICE COOPER "Lace And Whiskey"
If I should find myself in blackest night, and fear is stabbin' me all over, a tiny prayer cracks the dark with light, and I here sounds behind my wall. Inside, a still, small voice, it calls and calls. Then like a thunder bolt, it falls and falls... My God! When life becomes more real than children's games, or we've become too old to play them, We'll grow old gracefully, we'll hide our shame. but there's that voice behind the wall. And like my conscience, it is still and small. Each word is mercy, protects us all... My God! 'And like my conscience, it is still and small. Each word is mercy, protects us all...' I was a boy, when tempted, fell sometimes, and fell so low, no one could see me, save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime. When sheep, like me, have drifted lost, all frightened children who are tempest tossed, down flies His wrath like an albatross... My God!

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