It wraps itself richly around everything, like pane’ velvet fog, slipping silkily into every crevice, swallowing stray shards of light. Not content with silence, it murmurs and squeaks and scratches; so soothing and yet... What is it hiding?
Lazy.. sleepin' late
Lazy.. Ain't it great
Just doin' nothin' and havin' fun
I do enjoy just sittin' in the sun
Noisy.. Laughin' on the corner
Noisy.. Singin' in the street
So what do I care if you look at me funny
When I sing you're gonna tap your feet
Movin'.. Never stay in one place
Movin.. Road's a-callin' me
When I settle down it'll be 6 by 6 by 3
There'll always be just one more place I gotta see
...repete first verse
The gas flame
I remember my first moment of life, in the big kitchen, with my precedecessor standing near the door, waiting to leave. I felt the burst of pride as my heat surged upward, forcing a pot to boil. In that instant, I knew my lineage, dating back to the caves, when my warmth and light were the only barrier against the cold and fear of darkness. I will serve faithfully as long a my jets are fed. I am proud; I am gas flame; I am FIRE!
Down to Bethlehem
Chorus: Fellow traveler on the road
Are you going down to Bethlehem?
Hey there, traveler, are you going
Are you going on down
When you kneel before the baby
Please, I ask you, say
You left me with empty hands
And I can't come there today
I had a present for the baby
But it fell astray
Tell them as soon as I find another one
I'll be on my way
You say the baby loves my hands
Though empty they may be
He waits to fill them up with love
And peace and joy for me
Hey, friend traveler, you won't get far
Walking so very slow
But, since you seem to be waiting for me
Well, I guess I'm ready to go.
Love, thou art like to a winter day
Gleaming, shining, crisply bright
With frosty eye upon my plight
You hold the heart that I, trusting, lay
At your small feet. Do not crush it, pray!
Dainty fingers hold it tight
But gentle, till winter’s light
Blurs its harsh edge to a soft decay
And spring blooms in your eye
Waking dormant roots
That lay quiet in your breast.
Love, give me leave to try
To wake love’s tender shoots
That we may harvest summer’s best.
One! Two! Three! Four!
Come right in and shut the door.
Five! Six! Seven! Eight!
Fill a glass and grab a plate.
Look around to see who's here
Lift your glass and raise a cheer
Make a toast and drain your glass
Do it again till you're flat on your...
One! Two! Three! Four.............
Pick yourself up and do it some more.