WINTER STREETS OF FIRE (Can be sung to the tune of Roger Whittakers COUNTRY CHRISTMAS) Coffee in a paper cup And pencil in my hand, Writing to the folks at home To help them understand. Winter is the time we know When songs ignite our souls With sparks of fire amidst the wind and snow. Postcards from the edge of dawn With poetry half done. Cartoons with the smiles hand drawn And doodled rays of sun. These metaphors are made to show How songs ignite our souls With seeds of love we nurture till they grow. When every mothers wandering child Who walked the streets of shame Or hid in foxholes in the wild As targets of wars game Comes home with innocence set free By wisdom born of fire, Experience will sing through you and me. A billion falling snowflake stars Become each snowman clown. The facts are facts but fantasy Paints smiles on each frown. Cranberry eyes and carrot nose And laughter lights our souls With songs of love our tears of joy help grow. Christmas is a metaphor For truths that can be known. The graven images of war Will cut us to the bone. The living breath of peace and love That sings within our souls Will heal our broken hearts so love can show. When Father Chronos eats his kids In Labyrinths of steel And Beast 666s pyramid Computer schemes just steal The wealth of nations for control Of minds and hearts and souls Lets sing the songs that make our spirits whole. Apocalypses blow apart Projections of the mind While Revelations of the heart Bring visions to the blind. Lets greet the Buddha with a rose And Christ Light in our souls And sing the songs eternal wisdom knows. (For soul mates everywhere, Dec 19, 2011, Saskatoon) COUNTRY CHRISTMAS Roger Whittaker youtube/watch?v=bD_xLQHL3B8 Snow is falling faster now And dusting on a hill. Skaters on the river, Gentle dancers in the chill. The childrens laughter ringing, As they overturn there sleighs, Waiting for a country Christmas day. The chimneys hold the promise Of a friendly fire inside. And so its after bedtime, All the childrens eyes are wide. There might be cakes and short bread On a shiny silver train, Waiting for a country Christmas day. Christmas in the country, Like another time and place. I see it in the little things, In every smiling face. Its crystal nights and far of lights And children count the days. Country Christmas and love will lead the way. Dogs run after snowflakes, In a never ending chase. Soft lights trough the window, Fosters dalycurtis lays And reunited loved ones Whove been far to long away, Waiting for a country Christmas day. Christmas in the country, Like another time and place. I see it in the little things, In every smiling face. Its crystal nights and far of lights And children count the days. Country Christmas and love will lead the way. Country Christmas and love will lead the way.
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