I opened up a window to my soul
It radiated light and made me whole
Blinded by the sun I looked away
Turned glory into just another day
The rain came in, as did the storm
Fires burned yet never kept me warm
I dream that lighted window still
Hands cold upon the windowsill
I shut that window way back when
Can I ever open it again?
Or are the shutters closed so tight
I no more shall see the light

Not a day goes by
I don’t look  to the sky
And realise
The beauty all around
Feet on the ground
There are angel wings
Up above
This world has a dark side
An ebbing tide
Yet there is love
I hate every mistake I make
When I falter and  fall
On the scale of things
I wonder
Does it matter to me
Or anyone,  anyone at all
Insignificance perhaps
Is the master plan
Who owns the soul
God or man
Here comes another lapse
Of faith in anything
Always there’s hope
Of tomorrow
And what the day may bring

Tell me now for the setting sun
Reminds me the day is almost done
Tell me now or the birds won’t sing
Tell me now, tell me everything
Let me hear your sweet sweet voice
Let the hills and valleys rejoice
In love at last declared
I love, but never knew you cared
Tell me now to be remembered
Deep in the autumn time
In dark December, in the snow
When my season’s done and I must go
Tell me now for the setting sun
Reminds me my day is almost done

Manage the wind when she blows
Manage the rain and the snow
Manage the ice, manage the storm
Manage the fire, try to stay warm
Oh but the heart it does grieve
No more to give, nothing to receive
That’s worth all the effort and stress
Give till you drop, receive even less
Sometimes it would be refreshing
To be given more than you’re getting
To let go and enjoy all the beauty
To forget who you are and your duty
Spread wide your unfettered wings
If you have no hope, never stand tall
How will you even manage at all

When you go we don’t say much
We never kiss, we never touch
Your old dog begins to bark
He waits for you ‘till it gets dark
Like the lamp I’m burning low
If this is love, how would I know?

You chop the logs to warm the grate
Draw the bolt across the gate
Make sure the house is safe and sound
Life gets easier when you’re around
Like the lamp I’m burning low
If this is love, how would I know?

My life was hard, the going tough
The men in town  treated me rough
You smiled at me, told me you knew
The streets no place for a gal like you
Like the lamp I was burning low
Out on the streets, nowhere to go

There’s always a fire in your grate
You hurry home, you’re never late
With no demands, no price to pay
You come home early every day
The lamp is lit, it’s shining bright
I think its love, I feel tonight

When you go we don’t say much
We never kiss, we never touch
Your old dog begins to bark
He waits for you ‘till it gets dark
The lamp is lit it’s shining bright
Yes this is love I feel tonight

I won’t pretend that I’m clever
I’m not at all pretentious
Some people think it’s contentious
Doing all the stuff that pleases me
I’m unpredictable as can be,
Like the weather
This is how it is
But when I start to fizz
I write
Any time, day or night
And hope you may enjoy it
When folks get together
l sing
For the joy it will bring
And hope you’ll sing along
This is how it is
Sometimes I pluck my violin
Making a most untuneful din
At least I’m very strict
This I’ll not on you inflict
One day you’ll play along
If you want to
I am the proud custodian
Of a beautiful melodeon
Together we have fun every day
Then there’s all the other stuff I do
The stuff that helps to get me through
You don’t have to be clever
I say to you whatever
Enjoy the thrill of the ride
Let all your stuff inside
Come out
Never fear and never doubt
At the end of the day
Be proud to say.....

I did it my way

Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing what you’re owing
Makes life tough
Thought you’d made a choice
Believed fate heard your voice
It’s not enough
Life’s become a test
Not knowing where you’re going
Not knowing if you’re owing
Never able to rest
Did you fail the test?
You ask the question
There is a suggestion
Of mediocrity in your thoughts
Endless shoulds and oughts
The fate of human beings
Not trusting, never seeing
Troubles, fleeting glory
It’s a never ending story