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May It Be
02:45
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May it (D) be an evening (G)star
Shines (D)down upon (A7)you
May it (Bm)be when darkness (G)falls
Your (D)heart will be (A7)true
You (G)walk a lonely (D)road
Oh! How (Em7)far you (D/F#)are from (A7sus A7)home
(D)Morni(Bm)e u(G)tuli(A7)e (Darkness has come)
Be(D)lieve and (Bm)you will (G)find your (A7sus A7)way
(D)Morn(Bm)ie a(G)lanti(A7sus A7)e (Darkness has fallen)
A (Bm)promise (G)lives with(A7)in you (D)now
May it (D)be the shadow's (G)call
Will (D)fly a(A7)way
May it (Bm) be your journey (G)on
To (D)light the (A7)day
When the (G)night is over(D)come
You may (Em7)rise to (D/F#) find the (A7sus A7)sun
(D)Morni(Bm)e u(G)tuli(A7)e (Darkness has come)
Be(D)lieve and (Bm) you will (G)find your (A7sus A7)way
(D)Morni(Bm)e a(G)lanti(A7sus A7)e (Darkness has fallen)
A (Bm)promise (G)lives with(A7)in you (D)now
A (Bm)promise (G)lives with(A7)in you (D)now
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American Noel
03:48
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AMERICAN NOEL dave carter
Three wise men
Riding hard through the cold
Lost on some big city street
With no place warm to go
They are looking for a manger
Or a sign in the lights
But they're a long way from Bethlehem tonight
But they heard about a savior
And a preacher in the park
Who will camp with the homeless
Where they shiver in the dark
And deliver salvation
To the weary and the cold
And he'll bring joy joy joy to the wandering soul
The cleaning lady sighs
As she closes up the gate
'Cause this job don't quite pay the bills
And she's always working late
But all in a moment
Comes a light from above
It's an angel speaking words of joy and love
And he tells her of a savior
And a preacher in the park
Who will camp with the homeless
Under bridges in the dark
He'll deliver salvation
To the weary and the cold
And he'll bring joy joy joy to the wandering soul
Four in the mornin'
At theTradewinds Motel
The register reads "all full up"
And the clerk thinks just as well
But out in the tool shed
'Round an old Coleman lamp
A little family makes its meager camp
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE
The Wise Men bring presents
And the angels gather 'round
The cleaning lady slips in through the door without a sound
And an old black dog
Looks on with the rest
At the little babe up on his mother's breast
And there comes a savior
And a preacher in the park
And he camps with the homeless
Where they shiver in the dark
He delivers salvation
To the weary and the cold
And he brings joy joy joy to the wandering soul
And he brings joy joy joy to the wandering soul
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Holy Now
04:13
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Holy Now by Peter Mayer
When I was a boy, each week
On Sunday, we would go to church
And pay attention to the priest
He would read the holy word
And consecrate the holy bread
And everyone would kneel and bow
Today the only difference is
Everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now
When I was in Sunday school
We would learn about the time
Moses split the sea in two
Jesus made the water wine
And I remember feeling sad
That miracles don’t happen still
But now I can’t keep track
‘Cause everything’s a miracle
Everything, Everything
Everything’s a miracle
Wine from water is not so small
But an even better magic trick
Is that anything is here at all
So the challenging thing becomes
Not to look for miracles
But finding where there isn’t one
When holy water was rare at best
It barely wet my fingertips
But now I have to hold my breath
Like I’m swimming in a sea of it
It used to be a world half there
Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
‘Cause everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now
Read a questioning child’s face
And say it’s not a testament
That’d be very hard to say
See another new morning come
And say it’s not a sacrament
I tell you that it can’t be done
This morning, outside I stood
And saw a little red-winged bird
Shining like a burning bush
Singing like a scripture verse
It made me want to bow my head
I remember when church let out
How things have changed since then
Everything is holy now
It used to be a world half-there
Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
‘Cause everything is holy now
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Steel String Surprise
02:17
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The Gift Of The Magi
04:33
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The Gift of the Magi
©2000 purpose/twohy
Verse 1
Della saved her pennies carefully all year
For her Jim a gift to match the highest star
But expenses were much more than she'd expected
These days, they always are
And the next day would be christmas
Verse 2
It was a rare and fine and sterling watch chain she saw
'Twould go with the gold watch his father gave
And as her hair fell past her knees, a waterfall round her
She knew, she must be brave
For the next day would be Christmas
CHORUS:
And the gifts of Christmas run deeper than this
It's in the lay of the land, in a sweet lovers kiss
And it's not what you give it's not what you take
It's knowing they even exist
Verse 3
So on went her old jacket her old brown hat
A whirl of skirts and still a sparkle in her eye
She fluttered down the street, to where the sign said
Hair Goods, of all kinds
Because the next day would be Christmas
CHORUS:
And the gifts of Christmas run deeper than this
It's in the lay of the land, in a sweet lovers kiss
And it's not what you give it's not what you take
It's knowing they even exist
Verse 4
Jim saw the sterling watch-chain from the doorway
He held jeweled combs to please his Della fair
But he'd sold the watch to buy the perfect match for
her beautiful, vanished, hair
And the next day would be christmas
Bridge:
Everywhere, they are the wisest
Traveled far, the length of their hearts
Those who sacrifice the greatest treasures of their hearts
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The Perfect Revenge
03:08
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You come to me in anger, your weapon is your tongue
You don't see the danger in this stranger you've become
You're justified with reasons, all on prides behalf
Your heart shook the hand of treason and signed a solemn pact
CHORUS:
With a stone for a stone, and an eye for an eye
That's a rocky road to travel down so blind
Why not make a point no armor can defend
At a time like this, forgiveness is, the perfect revenge
Don't deny this rage, that won't help get rid of it
AIm and fire away, I can take that hit
But don't hold forgiveness hostage
Release that prisoner and you'll find
Best to free someone who's crossed you than ransom your peace of mind
CHORUS:
With a stone for a stone, and an eye for an eye
That's a rocky road to travel down so blind
Why not make a point no armor can defend
At a time like this, forgiveness is, the perfect revenge
BRIDGE:
The path of least resistance starts outside your door
If you unlock what's innocent, if you're willing to see more
CHORUS:
With a stone for a stone, and an eye for an eye
That's a rocky road to travel down so blind
Why not make a point no armor can defend
At a time like this, forgiveness is, the perfect revenge
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Christmas In The Trenches by John McCutcheon
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool,
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung,
Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me
Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war.
As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht," "Tis 'Silent Night'," says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky.
"There's someone coming towards us!" the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one lone figure coming from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
As he bravely strode unarmed into the night.
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men.
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone for evermore.
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same.
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Mary and Joe
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Mary and Joe by Christopher Smith
Mary and Joe, they lived together
They didn’t live as man and wife
They didn’t care what people said, no,
Just tried to quietly live their life
When Joe would try to hog the covers
Mary did not scream or shout
She simply nudged him with her elbow
Joe it’s your turn to let the donkey out
Joe it’s your turn to let the donkey out
These two people loved each other such a long, long time ago
And yet I yearn to hear the story of old friends, Mary and Joe
Those two old friends, Mary and Joe
One morning Mary came to Joseph
Said, “I’m gonna be a mom,
There’s just one thing… about the father
Heaven knows where he came from”
So Mary had her little baby
Mary had her little lamb
He didn’t look a bit like Joseph
But Joe was happy as a clam
Yeah Joe was happy as a clam
‘Cause when two people love each other
They’re gonna reap just what they sow
And when they sow the seeds of friendship
they’ll live like Mary and Joe
They’ll live just like Mary and Joe
When Joseph held that little baby
He dearly loved it as his own
And Mary owed no explanations
And Joseph threw no stones
But when Joe’s heart would start to darken
He laid his feelings on the line
He sat and worked it out with Mary
They took it one day at a time
They took it one day at a time
‘Cause when two people love each other
There’s still a long tough row to hoe
Before they learn to raise a garden
Like our friends - Mary and Joe
Those two old friends - Mary and Joe
As luck would have it the boy grew famous
You know he turned out rather nice
They wrote a lot of books about him
Chock full of worldly advice
But nowadays I pause to wonder
‘bout the stuff I need to know
I need a little less sweet Jesus
A little more - Mary and Joe
Cause all this waiting on some savior
To come on back and run the show
Well you can keep your son in heaven lord
Send back - Mary and Joe
Just send on back - Mary and Joe
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The Christians and the Pagans by Dar Williams
Amber called her uncle, said ’we’re up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having solstice, now we need a place to stay.’
And her christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang mary on a tree,
He watched his song hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, ’its christmas eve, I know our life is not your style,’
She said, ’christmas is like solstice, and we miss you and it’s been awhile,’
So the christians and the pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till timmy turned to amber and said, ’is it try that you’re a wtich? ’
His mom jumped up and said, ’the pies are burning,’ and she hit the kitchen,
And it was jane who spoke, she said, ’its true, your cousins not a christian,’
’but we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your god, and we find magic everywhere,’
So the christians and the pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magics in the learning,
Cause now when christians sit with pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
When amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, ’really, no, don’t bother.’
Ambers uncle saw how amber looked like tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadnt spoken in a year,
He thought hed call him up and say, ’its christmas and your daughters here.’
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, so his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
’can I be a pagan? ’ dad said, ’well discuss it when they leave.’
So the christians and the pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.
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Granted
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Look what I found growing in the garden
down on the ground, topsoil partin'
here comes a sprout, innocent and slender
here comes a cloud, raindrops so tender
Saving my seeds for the next harvest
pulling up weeds, like I'm an artist
God's grand design, now I understand it
and I'm resigned to how he planned it
BRIDGE:
Roots strong grow long
fingertips to the sun
sing a sweet song
The fruits of our labor are won
The fruits of our labor are one
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE
Righting all wrongs, can you feel the power?
Fill up my lungs with fragrant flower
it seems like years since it was planted
now it appears my wish is granted
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You Must Go Home For Christmas purpose/fisher
(E) By the (C)time that I'd hit Barstow, I quit (E)drinking
(C)The silent night was cold, the lights were (E)blinking
I (C#m)slept under a (A)public Christmas (E)tree
(A)Woke up feeling stiff, saw (B)my life was a gift
(A)Given ex(B)clusively to (E)me
I'm (A)going home for (E)Christmas, (A)thinking that I (E)should
(A)Go and see the (C#m)family, and (F#7)hope it's under(B)stood
That (A)when you wander (E)far away, from (A)your old neighbor(C#m)hood
You (A)must go home for (E)Christmas, You (A) must go home for (E)Christmas
(A)You must go (B)home, for (E)good
Well I met three men about half a mile from Vegas
Said this town was no place to spend Christmas
They offered me a ride in their old car
Said the answer that you seek, lies somewhere in the east
So I followed that rising morning star
I'm going home for Christmas, thinking that I should
Go and see the family, and hope it's understood
That when you wander far away, from your old neighborhood
You must go home for Christmas, You must go home for Christmas
You must go home, for good
By the time I made Missouri I'd decided
To reunite the family I'd divided
Try to find some peace here on this earth
Return to the city, of my nativity
Foster some good will for what it's worth
INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS
In Bethlehem P.A. I shaved and showered
Called to say I'd be home in three hours
It sounded like the phone line had gone dead
But before I hung up, the other end spoke up
And tearfully I listened as she said
Please come home for Christmas, please come home for good
Come and see the family, cause now it's understood
That when you wander far away, from your old neighborhood
You must go home for Christmas, You must go home for Christmas
You must go home, for good
when you wander far away, from your own neighborhood
You must go home fro Christmas, You must go home for Christmas
You must go home, for good
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Turn, Turn, Turn
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Turn! Turn! Turn! by Pete Seeger
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.
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Darryl Purpose Denver, Colorado
Darryl went to Las Vegas at 19 and became a professional blackjack player, which he still calls the 'only real job I've ever
had'. He is a member of the Blackjack Hall of Fame.
Since 1996, he has toured extensively and released 8 albums of original music.
Darryl's last two albums spent weeks at #1 on the RMR radio charts. Next Time Around and Still The Birds
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