the perkiest bark from one tiny dog
cut through the woods near a cranberry bog
and I alone present to hear what he say
had let him go free without leash for a day

I then the keeper of this little mutt
again and too often within the same rut
Hey little guy, I'm right over here!!
just follow your nose, it should be very clear!!

from out of the woods then he tore with a squeal
leapt into my arms with a squirrel at his heel
never before had I seen such a sight
Teddy the Bear being filled with such fright.

The very next day I took him, I reckon
right back to the place of his fear, let it beckon
I've been in his shoes, and I know how it goes
think it's best to be done with your everyday woes.

So I set the dog down and I told to him to flee
and he ran like the wind and took off for a tree
and up the squirrel ran like a bat out of hell
old Teddy is back, and he's sure feeling well!

Semolina!
your'e the queena my cold morning
Sweet Farina!
Cream of Wheat without adorning
and no one makes it like my mom
who has a knack
for food transforming
she melts the butter in a lake
and the mountains are so warming

Semol----ina,
Semolina I love you

Sweet Wheatina!
how you stick with me
all morning
in the steama
from the ***
us kids were swarming
and we loved the one who
got us up
and sent us bundled off
to school
well you made us feel
much happier
since the lunch was not as cool

Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you
Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you

Semolina
well you're the queena my cold morning
and i do dreama
'bout how far you came
to warm me
cause your the creama
all the crops
grown out
in Italy
and I'm thankin
' God for
every grain
from you to me.

Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you
Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you

Semolina!

Looking back I couldn't see
he storm clouds rising up inside me
here alone I've faced a darker day
Hard to know where you begin, just like the rain
you touched my skin and suddenly I'm drenched
and looking for a place to hide away

With you, Ed, with you
Hide away with you, Ed, with you

Take me back to where you're from
and dry me off beneath the sun
and speak to me the words which turn cold winters into summer
Melt the ice within my heart, please make it safe
and never part my life with you is so much more
than what it was, a ******

With you, Ed,  with you
Summer fun with you, Ed, with you

Clouds move in and storms roll past
the darkness comes but never lasts
in suffering, somehow Grace has seen us through
and when we're tired of being kin
and threads of love are getting thin
whatever comes, I'm hangin' in with you

With you, Ed, with you
hangin out with you, Ed, with you

he waved her down to where he stood
but lost her in the neighborhood
of several hundred thousand other people
and by the time she found him there
his drink was lost, she couldn't care
she stood there drenched in sweat beneath the steeple

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

and never mind the dusty ground
with legs to watch, and Stanky Brown
is dragging through his medley, nasty fella
next time, carry her own chair
and iced cold water, put it there
a shady spot, not hot, beneath the 'brella

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

it's better now, she doesn't care, he'll find her here, or meet her where
the mist is cool, and nearer to the porties
she only wants to find her place, a laggard in the human race
and rather cold, she's old, for in her forties

whining eyes,
like her mother
he never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies

(bridge)

sometimes it takes you years to learn the smartest way is not to burn
though some folks like to hang out in the trenches
next time she will plan ahead and carry her own banner head and wave it high above the other wenches

these whining eyes,
like my mother
I never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
I'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing she's dreaming of.

and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just my movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean
and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest

the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in my sleep

and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom

the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin

where were you when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine
and lost my way and... one last time

I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell.

She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.

I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and ****.

And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul

"For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.

The war, it rages on within
the hurt from past, a frequent guest
your mind, a battleground has been
the place where you are also blessed.

You blame the Giver of the Gift
for fallen nature's heart attack
I've sent my only Son  to lift
this heavy burden from your back.

I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room."

There was a time, I was a child
and I could climb the wooded wild
and see out over treetops way beyond this place called home
Now I am grown, can barely climb
but give me time and I will find
another way to rise above and see beyond this poem

The paths I loved when I was nine
are overgrown with thorny vine
and streams beside, which I would sit
polluted now and hardly fit
but give me time and I will find
another path, a sparkling stream
which winds around and satisfies
a quiet place where we can dream.

Where there's a will, there is a way
and there's a path that's yours today
and if you come upon a place that somehow seems impassable,
the answer still, the same today
That if you ask and if you pray
the things you hope for, come what may
will rarely seem impossible.