Sun Broke
(Download
mp3 here: Sun
Broke)
Sun broke that horizon
And through tired eyes
I learned that I made you sad last night
It ain't the first time
That I woke to that sunshine
And I had to face my words from the night before
We been together
Through pain and whatever
Stared down those demons that knocked upon our door
Hold onto my hand
And we'll walk through that warm sand
And we'll watch that sunset
Low across that bay
And come what may
The words they are flying
While I'm still trying
To find out who and what I should be
We'll go down life's highway
And be damned how the world plays
Knowing full well we made our choice
So long ago
Hang on with both hands
Cause I don't have no grand plan
Just to have you by my side and not go away
We been together
Through pain and whatever
Stared down those demons that knocked upon our door
It ain't the first time
That I woke to that sunshine
And I had to face my words from the night before
I'll say no more
©
2005-2008
Dale
Wade-Keszey
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Roll,
Mohawk, Roll
(recorded on "First Harvest")
The Dutchmen came
to the valley
Bought up some Mohawk land
Trade furs and built their homes
With callus hands
They pushed out
into that valley
Across the flats and the wooded hills tall
They brought the goods of the white man
Poled them around the reefs and the falls
CHORUS:
Roll river roll
Oh roll now river roll
Sit along your stony banks
Roll Mohawk roll
Soon that river
wasn't good enough
With its natural interrupted flow
A man named Clinton built a ditch
Sal the mule did tow
The goods poured
out from the cities
Across the fields and the valley long
Out to the America's new frontier
Low bridge became the song
Low bridge,
everybody down
CHORUS
History of this
valley
Gateway running west
Future of this valley
Is anybody's guess
18's turned into
the 19's
Factories made their way
Rugs and gloves fast steam trains
Were shipped to the world everyday
Good times won't
last forever
Fate would never let that be
Now there are no rugs, no gloves, no trains
And we barely got GE
CHORUS
History of this
valley
Industry at its best
Future of this valley
Is tourism I guess
They say that some
summer nights
When the moon is right
The ghosts of the Dutchmen go down to the river
Smokin' their clay pipes
I'm gonna go out
one of those summer nights
Go to the river and do the same
Sit down with those ghostly Dutchmen
Will sing this refrain
CHORUS
© 2005-2008
Dale Wade-Keszey
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