Not yet recorded? Not entirely true: The following songs listed above were recorded on my first 4-song cassette, released in 1981:You Bore Me/ I Don't Want to Be a Clinging Vine/You Still Love Me, plus a beautiful ballad called Morningstar by Avelin Tacon.        A Day in the Sun /A Song for Jim / Beyond Words/ Before You Now /Brother to Brother / Don't Make a Hero Out of Me /For a Young One Badly Beaten / Heaven (poem by Rupert Brooke)/ Homeward Fly / Howling Song / I Don't Want to Be a Clinging Vine / I'm Not Saying God is a Cheerio / Internet Romance / I Want My Magma /  We Will Plant a Garden / I Wish That I Could See a Bear Lost Dog Lullaby / Middle-Aged Bride / Monsoon  / Morningstar (by Avelin Tacon) / My Fat Speaks Out  Never Forget Who You Are  / Oh, Christmas Tree (parody)/ Oh, For the Life of a Bear / Original Sin Revisited /Raise the Cup Again / Slow Train Coming/ Song for Brent / Starsong / Summers at the Farm / Sun and Rain Song / Take Me to the Tundra / Talking Worm Blues /The Promised Land/ Thank You, Dr. Seuss / There's Only Me / The Strange Tale of the Plymouth Volare / The Water Cycle Song  Water, Water Everywhere /  We Are Not Amused  / Welcome Home 
You Are the Wind / You Bore Me / You Still Love Me

Songs are alphabetized above, but for browsing purposes, they are grouped below as Humorous and Kids' Songs and Contemplative Songs (more serious) .  I didn't make a separate section for kids  because there is too much overlap. But I did group them all together within the section below, beginning with I Wish That I could See a Bear and continuing on with I Want My Magma, Thank You, Dr. Seuss, Water, Water Everywhere,  The Water Cycle Song, We Will Plant a Garden, and Oh, For the Life of a Bear.  The Oh, Christmas Tree parody is also appropriate for most kids . Two more children's songs, already recorded, are I Am a Kite on the recording, Down to Earth, and Thank You, On Distant Field.

Humorous and Kids' Songs

 We Are Not Amused  

© 1997 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

You’ve got a reputation
For your oh-so clever wit
How I wish for a vacation
And that you’d never return from it

But seriously, can't you understand
It's really nothing personal
There's just a few things we had planned
Before the bell disperses you
You're an offer that must be refused
We are not amused

As a joker, you're outstanding
Far and away the best, we'd say
And that's where we'd like to see you
Out standing in your field, far, far away

You've promised you would do your best
To keep your clowning down
But you just can't seem to give it a rest
Yes, the circus is always in town
Though your ego is bound to be bruised
We are not amused

If this were humor 101
You'd surely get an A
But in this class, there's work to be done
Go find another place to play

Your schedule says you're college bound
With an academic load
But till your serious side is found
Please take your show on the road
Your time in class is being misused
We are not amused

Maybe we're too sensitive
You just want to share
Bombarding us with banter
Is how you show you care

You're only compensating for
Insecurities you've got
We should all try to be
More understanding -- NOT

So as not to leave you confused
Though your ego is bound to be bruised
You're an offer that must be refused
We are not amused
We are not amused
We are not amused
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The Howling Song © 1991 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.
 

Oh, oh, oh what a lovely sight, when the moon is full.
If I venture  out at night , I lose all control
And if you hear the dogs in the early am
Mine is the human voice singing with them


AUOOH! It’s an anthem sublime.
AUOOH! A melodious chime
AUOOH! You can join in with me anytime.
 AUOOH!


Some folks say that laughter is a cure for any ill
Others state that to meditate is much better than a pill
But I recommend howling, it’s much more sincere
Clears out your throat even better than beer


 AUOOH! It’s a welcome release
 AUOOH! Won't you join with me, please
AUOOH! We’re disturbing the peace
AUOOH!

I’m not crazy, I know I’m not, in fact, I’m very very sane
I just happen to howl a lot, it helps me ease the strain
Yes , I ‘m always happy, I’m never depressed
For howling reduces my level of stress


 AUOOH! Yes it helps me unwind
 AUOOH! Leave my troubles behind
 AUOOH! This is true peace of mind
AUOOH!
So if you have a job that can make you feel mean
And most of your phone calls are somewhat obscene
Remember this mantra, twill keep you serene
 AUOOH!
And try as I try as I try as I might
I cannot recall just what made me uptight
But I couldn’t care less for I’ve seen the light of the moon
AUOOH!
 

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Internet Romance© 2006 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.


Well, it's first thing in the morning
And last thing before bed
And several times throughout the day
His e-mail must be read
And then he's got to answer it
While it's still fresh on his mind
One small task, so he can relax
He's says it's how he unwinds

Spoken: I like doing e-mail myself...
Nice to know that someone out there is
thinking of me..

There's those nice folks from Nigeria
Who want to share their wealth
Investment opportunities
And potions for my health
I don't need a bigger private part
I'm fine just how I am
I've got to wade through a pile of these
Just to find the one that's not spam

I'm the one who set my hubby up
He resisted all the way
"Dang-blasted technology!
Who needs it?" he would say
Till finally I convinced him
With words I now regret:
"There's lots of info 'bout guitars
Out on the Internet"

Now it's first thing in the morning
And last thing before bed
And several times throughout the day
His e-mail must be read
He says that it's just business
Communication is the key
Well, honey I think it's time you did
Some business with me!

You can get your hairstyle done up nice
Cook him a fancy meal
Dab on a bit of Shalimar
To enhance your sex appeal
But if you don't have a modem
And antivirus protection
I can guarantee you won't be
Making a connection

As long as there are phone lines
Coming in to our house
I predict he'll still be addicted
To the keyboard and the mouse
If I can't get his attention
In any other place
I guess I'll have to take trip
Out into cyberspace

I'll write him
First thing in the morning
And last thing before bed
I'm still longing to be heard
But at least I know I'll be read
Looking on the bright side
this may be my only chance
To experience first-hand
An Internet romance
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Middle Aged Bride
© 1997  Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

This has been a very good year
My complexion at long last is clear
Gone the woes of puberty
The angst, the insecurity
And still no wrinkles trouble me

As long as I don’t laugh or smile
And keep a straight face all the while
As long as I don’t fret or cry
Or knit my brow or wonder why
The creases I can keep away

Lo, how this rose has finally bloomed
A middle-aged bride for a middle-aged groom
Long awaited, well-deserved
Understated, well-preserved
I’d give up a smile if I had the nerve

This holding pattern keeps me intact
I’d like to grin, but my face might crack
If I can just remain composed
I ‘ll keep the petals on this rose.
Though not forever, heaven knows..

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Slow Train Coming  © 2006 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.
 

There’s a slow train coming
Coming down the track
I’m stuck here at the crossing
There ain't no turning back
It’s a test of my patience
A test of my will
If that train went any slower
It would be standing still


I’m right up in the front of the line
With several cars behind
And several ways I could have gone
Too late to change my mind
'Cause there’s a slow train coming
How does it go so slow?
And if that train should hit me
How ever would I know?

Across the track are places
Where I would like to be
Things that I would like to do
And people I could see
I’d like to see my baby
But she'll just have to wait
Daycare’s gonna charge a dollar
For each minute I am late

Up above are vultures
Circling in the sky
One of them is watching me
With a hungry eye
Cause I’m stuck here in my vehicle
Like a prisoner in a cage
If this train does not get moving
I just might die of old age
 

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The Strange Tale of the Plymouth Volare
  © 2003 Betsy Wellings Down to Earth  Music, All rights reserved


Come gather round and hear a tale, as strange as it is long
The story of a Plymouth car belonging to my mom
A yellow station wagon, of the model Volare
It rides at night through starry skies, or so the people say
Volare, Volara, high in the sky it rides

The Plymouth was a giant car and Mom was kinda short
And growing shorter every day, or so she did report
To keep her eyes upon the road, she peered over the dash
As steadily she gripped the wheel, not ever did she crash
Over the dash, not ever did she crash

My sister and a friend of hers were in the park one day
He spied a yellow station wagon rolling on its way
“There is no driver in that car!” amazedly quoth he
My sister turned around in time to see the car reach 5th and B

My sibling, who’s the quiet type, did not know what to say
Should she admit she knew the one who did that car convey?
For she could see the auburn hair and she could recognize
Just above the window line, her mother’s big brown eyes
Oh my, Oh me, ghost driver at 5th and B

Throughout the local neighborhood the Plymouth gained its fame
To start it in the early morn a miracle became
It sputtered as it muttered swear words underneath its breath
And never did it run again, after my mother’s death

Yes, eventually it came to pass, my mom went to her rest
We tried to give the car away, but it couldn’t pass the test
Four hundred fifty big ones it would cost to toe the line
To meet emission standards, in that city at that time
Oh, me, oh my, that seems a bit too high

So it sat there in the driveway growing cobwebs in its eaves
Covered with the summer dust and then the autumn leaves
Until the day it took its final ride upon this earth
Towed off to the junkyard, for that’s all that it was worth

The neighbors through the curtains peeked, and watched the car get hitched
To a tow truck it was harnessed, it took off without a glitch
But the people say that high above they still can see it ride
The car without a driver, careening through the sky
Volare, volara, ghost driver in the sky

It’s an old Plymouth Volare, Volare means I shall fly
And if I don’t miss my guess that car’s still plowing though the sky
It’s doomed to ride forever, spewing dust and smoke along
Behind the Devil’s Towtruck, it’s off to hell and gone

And Mom’s driving a sports car now, the top is always down
You can see her head and shoulders as she tools around the town
For there within the pearly gates each car fits like a glove
There are no emissions standards, for the cars all run on love
In Heav’n above, the cars all run on love

So when you’re out stargazing, and you think something is strange
It might just be my mother riding high upon that range
Or it might be that Volare with no driver at the wheel
Behind the Devil’s towtruck, that luckless automobile
Volare, volara, ghost driver in the sky


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Talking Worm Blues  © 2006 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.
                                                                                                                                               

I was walking through a store the other day
Minding my business in the usual way
When I passed a Frigidaire with a sign upon it
These are the words that were written on it

 You buy twelve worms and you get one free

Sounded like a pretty good deal for me

Thirteen worms for a dollar sixty-five

I opened the package – they were still alive

Well, I never… a baker’s dozen … of worms

Didn’t stop to count ‘em, didn’t wanna wait

When I see a good deal, I do not hesitate

But soon it dawned upon me that I didn’t have a clue

As to what kind of care a worm is due

So I went to that newfangled computating contraption…opened up google

I googled in “worm diet” then “worm nutrition”

Discovered there are people who have a condition

Where they gotta eat worm eggs to help their digestion

I felt a mite sickly at the mere suggestion

I mean yuck…. I mean double yuck

I was getting nowhere, I didn’t understand

So I typed in “diet of worms” again

And what came up was an odd digression

About Martin Luther and the Imperial Council Session

Back in 1521 it was, in the town of Worms, Germany, or would that be Verms?

I searched and I clicked and I searched some more

Finally found what I was looking for

That worms eat microbes, or in simpler terms

A diet of worms is a diet of germs

Where do you buy germs, anyway? Do they come in a baker’s dozen?

There were many more tips that should always be heeded

Disturb worms not unduly, and mist them as needed

Still their bedding, to keep it light and fluffy

Give ‘em lots of air, so it doesn’t get stuffy

The last thing you need is a bunch of worms complaining about having to muss up their own dirt

It seemed a bit tricky, didn’t wanna take a chance

I have a hard enough time just a watering my plants

These worms needed me to keep them sage and sound

It seemed only right to put them back into the ground

Auf feidersen little fellers, have a good time. Don’t y’all get dirty now!

Wanting to know which had the most gumption

I lined them all up on the starting junction

But before I could get them into proper formation

They headed off, each unto its own destination

Yes, each unto its destiny, a wiggling and a squirming

Down into the ground they went, quietly a worming

Sometimes I give a stomp, just to say, howdja do

I think I’ve heard them answer me a time or two

So if you see me one day with my ear to the ground, you’ll know what I’m doing

Yeah..that’s the ticket.

That’s the end of my tale, I hope I didn’t bore you

And if you liked it, well, I ‘ve got a million more

And there’s millions more critters out there needing good homes

Don’t forget to spay and neuter, thought that don’t apply to worms

Does it? I mean, they’re hermaphrodites aren’t they? Not that that has anything to do with it..

just an interesting fact I though you’d like to know…saves you having to look it up.

Worms are one thing that is nice to have around

They eat up the garbage, and fertilize the ground

They’re quite inexpensive and they make good pets

Just stick ‘em in your yard and let Nature do the rest

Thank you very much. This has been brought to you by the American Worm Association…….

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There’s Only Me,© 1987 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

One of these days
You’re gonna find yourself holding me close
And you’ll realize, there’s no one else who knows you
No one else could ever set you free
There’s only me

One of these days
You’re gonna see your own reflection in my eyes
Lift your gaze and see the cloudy skies
All clear away
And you’ll see...... there’s only me

It’s oh, so elementary
For me there’s only you
At my doorway there’s a sentry
And you’re the only one she lets through

One of these days
And you’ll see that you are needing me, too
As your fears recede you’ll be bound to agree
There’s only me

No, it isn't a delusion
And I'm not a blooming nutcase
It's  a  forgone conclusion
As plain as the nose on your face

One of these days
When true love ain’t so scary
I know you're gonna want to marry me
With your open eyes you’ll finally see
There’s only me

Until you finally see the light
There’s not much I can do
I guess I'm gonna have to wait
Cause for me, there’s only you
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Oh, Christmas Tree (parody)© 2007 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.


Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Although you’re made of plastic
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
We think you are fantastic
You don’t need water, don’t need air
You don’t spread needles everywhere
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
For you are made of plastic


Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Cut from a plastic forest
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Your green will never bore us
We cannot wait to get you home
And cover you with styrofoam
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
I think we’ll name you Doris


Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
You’re not like other trees
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
You never will have bees
No termites will your branches shred
They’ll have to eat our house instead
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
You’re not like other trees


Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
You pose no risk of fire
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
You won’t grow any higher
We’d like to set you up tonight
But we’ve no tools to do it right
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Hope Santa brings some pliers


Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Although you’re made of plastic
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
We think you are fantastic
No needles will you ever shed
You’ll still be green when we’re all dead
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
For you are made of plastic
 

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I Wish that I Could See a Bear
© 1987 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I wish that I could see a bear, that I could see a bear
Not caged up in the city zoo, or on the T.V. tube
But roaming o'er the mountains free
Or fishing in some lowland stream
I searched in Yellowstone and in Yosemite
But nary a bear did I see

I wish that I could see a bear, that I could see a bear
Not when she's got me up a tree, or trapped inside her lair
Not when I'm fleeing from her jaws
Or being mangled by her claws
But roaming in the open air and through the forest free
While I am here and she is there, a safe distance from me
I wish that I could see a bear, that I could see a bear
I wish that I could see a bear, that I could see a bear
I wish that I could see a bear, that I could see a bear

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I Want My Magma
© 1988 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

There was an igneous rock on a mountain top
Where he froze up was right where he stopped
And when he realized that he could no longer flow
He wanted to cry he felt so low
yet there he was, high upon the volcanic cone
For a few million years
He just lay there and moaned

I want my magma, woe is me
I want my magma, I wanna be free
It’s such a dra-a-a-a-ag to be stationary

Well the centuries passed and the snow began to fall
the great glaciers formed and they covered it all
And Fred, the rock, he finally stopped moaning
Cause he realized his time was coing
But now and then, he’d lose his faith
And cry right out like a little lost waif

I want my magma, woe is me
I want my magma, I wanna be free
It’s such a dra-a-a-a-ag to be stationary

Well, the glacier pulled Fred right off the mountaintop
Tickled him to pieces till he begged it to stop
Rolled right down to a rushing stream
Which turned out to be a pretty groovy scene
He lost a lot of himself along the way
But he made a lot of friends like Mabel and Faye

Now they didn’t want to crumble into sand or silt
And so a conglomerate rock they built
And headed on down to the continental shelf
Navigated there by Mabel herself
The shelf folded under and carried them along
And as they went down Fred sang this song:

I’ll find my magma, happy day
I’ll find my magma with Mabel and Faye
Well now I know I’m really on my way to find my magma
Well, now I know I’m really drawing near
I’m gonna find my magma, dear

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Thank You, Dr. Seuss © 2007 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.
 

Dr. Seuss, Dr. Seuss
You set your imagination loose
Filling your verses with silly surprises
Inventing creatures of all shapes and sizes
Thank you Dr. Seuss


His real name was Theodor Geisel
Which rhymes with Zeizel or Weisel
But he used his middle name, Seuss
Which rhymes with obtuse, moose or goose


As a boy, his mom put him to bed
And soothed him by filling his head
With poems and stories in rhyme
Recalled from an earlier time


Dr. Suess, Dr. Seuss
You set your imagination loose
Filling your verses with silly surprises
Inventing creatures of all shapes and sizes
Thank you Dr. Seuss


Of all of the creatures that Seuss created
The Cat in the Hat is most highly-rated
To list them all would take too long
We can name only a few in this song


Remember the Yuzzamatuz ?
The Fiffer Feffer Feff and the Zizzer Zazzer Zuzz?
Yertle the Turtle and Bartholomew
Gertrude McFuzz and Little Cindy Lou
(Little Cindy Lou was a Who)


The Beagle-Beaked Bald-Headed Grinch
The Long-Legged Kwong and the Mop-Noodled Finch
The Harp-Twanging Snarp and Foo Foo the Snoo
And Thudwick and Horton and Chief Yokeroo


Of course you remember Sam-I -Am
And the guy who tried green eggs and ham
The Plain and the Star-Bellied Sneetches so neat
And all that we saw there on Mulberry Street


Dr Seuss, Dr. Seuss
Thanks for setting your imagination loose
We’ll take what you gave us and put it to good use
Thank you, Dr. Seuss
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Water, Water Everywhere © 2004 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved.


Water, water, everywhere
On the land and in the air
There’s enough for all to share
Water, water, everywhere


What makes our earth so green ? Water!
What fills the lakes and streams ? Water!
What makes the rain in spring ? Water!
That’s why we’re gonna sing to water!


Water, water, everywhere
On the land and in the air
There’s enough for all to share
Water, water, everywhere


What’s the best thing to drink ? Water!
What helps our brains to think ? Water!
What fills the kitchen sink ? Water!
And ices the skating rink ? Water!


Water, water, everywhere
On the land and in the air
There’s enough for all to share
Water, water, everywhere


What do all creatures need ? Water!
Even the bugs and weeds? Water!
What starts a little seed ? Water!
Where do the dolphins feed? In water!


Water, water, everywhere
On the land and in the air
There’s enough for all to share
Water, water, everywhere


What makes the ice and snow? Water!
What’s a good place to row? Water!
What helps the flowers grow? Water!
Some call it H2O, oh, water...
 

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Water Cycle Song
© 1997  Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved
With thanks to Linda Book, who wrote a far more beautiful song, "Where Does the Water Go?" I needed one for kids to learn quickly, so I wrote this, based on Linda's ideas. For more information on Linda's music, go to www.lindabook.com.
 

Water falls to the ground
Where does it come from?
Clouds have formed way up high
Raindrops come down


Raindrops fall to the ground
Gather in puddles
Forming streamlets that come
Cascading down


River runs to the sea
Where is it going
Carrying water that fell
Raining or snowing


As it travels along
Water's returning
It returns to the sky
And to the sea

Picked up into the air
By the sun shining
Tiny droplets appear
Turn into clouds

Water falls to the ground
Where does it come from?
Clouds have formed way up high
Raindrops come down
 

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We Will Plant a Garden
 © 2005 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

We will plant a garden
In rows so straight and long
We’ll water and we’ll weed it
And bless it with a song

We will plant a garden
In rows so straight and true
And when it’s time to harvest
We’ll share it all with you

Let the sunlight warm it
Let the fresh air blow
The rain will fall upon it
And help our garden grow

You can help us water
And take turns with the weeding
We’ll all feast together
When it is time for eating

We’ll eat the tomatoes
The corn and carrots, please
You can have the turnips
The Brussels sprouts and peas

We will plant a garden
In rows so straight and long
We’ll water and we’ll weed it
And bless it with a song

We will plant a garden
In rows so straight and true
And when it’s time to harvest
We’ll share it all with you.
Yes, when it’s time to harvest
We’ll share it all with you.
 

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Oh, For the Life of a Bear
 © 2004 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Oh, for the life of a bear
I could be happy just chasing a hare
And all winter long, just sleeping
Oh, for the life of a bear

Oh, for the life of a cat
I could be happy just taking a nap
Chasing a fly or watching the sky
Oh, for the life of a cat

Oh, for the life of an otter
I could be happy all day in the water
Playing with friends, the fun never ends
Oh, for the life of an otter

Oh, for the life of a tree
Standing so tall, there is so much to see
Mountains and sky and people
Oh, for the life of a tree

Oh, for the life of a rabbit
Hopping around could become quite a habit
Fresh carrots from the garden
Oh, for the life of a rabbit

Oh, for the life of a bird
Walking around is completely absurd
Give me some wings and nice song to sing
Oh, for the life of a bird

Oh, for the life of a bug
Eating a leaf or exploring the rug
Life is one big adventure
Oh, for the life of a bug

But I like my life as a child
Learning and playing, and getting too wild
Surrounded by people who love me
Oh, for the life of a child

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A Day in the Sun © 2003 Betsy Wellings, Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved
(written about Washington State politician Tim Eyman) 

It’s one of those lovely days in Washington
When just beyond the haze you can see the sun
Gonna put on my swimsuit and go have some fun
My, my, am I a handsome guy
My, my, am I a handsome guy

I don’t mean to brag, you know, but facts is facts
I’m the guy who worked the system to lower your tax
So if I take a moment now just to relax
I’m sure you will understand why
I am sure you will understand why

Here in Mukilteo is my little piece of land
But I’ll head across the water now to Whidbey Island
Gonna find a sunny beach where I can work on my tan
And watch as the clouds roll by
I will watch as the clouds roll by

I drove out to the avenue but nearly crashed
Swerving round the potholes and the piles of trash
On each corner was a beggarman demanding cash
And a piece of the American pie
And a piece of the American pie

The kids were out of school and they were up to no good
There were people marching all around the neighborhood
Demanding education, health care and food
And the right to just survive
The right to just survive

I tried to gas up my car, but the pumps were closed
I tried to catch a bus but I don’t know where it goes
So I walked the three miles, oh, my aching toes
I thought I was gonna die
Yeah, I thought I was gonna die

When I got out to the water, the bridge was gone
So I thought I’d catch a ferry but there wasn’t one
I wondered if I’d gone too far in what I had done
I guess it was worth a try
Yeah, I guess it was worth a try

But all is not lost, you know, we’re still in the game
And I guess we all share it if there is any blame
And anyhow, everyone still knows my name
And I am still a handsome guy
My, my am I a handsome guy
 

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You Bore Me
 © 1982 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

It's not that I find you unattractive
Or think you're just not good enough for me
I don't find you lazy or inactive
You bore me

You're educated, handsome and you're with it
You're the apple of my mother's eye
I guess I'd just as soon do without it
It's hard to explain why

No, you ain't bad looking
Yes, I like your cooking
But sometimes when we're alone
I wish that I could just go home

You haven't any disgusting habits
You brush your teeth seven times a day
Your bank account is sufficiently padded
But honey, I've just got to say

You bore me, you bore me
You bore me, you bore me
You bore me, you bore me
You bore me

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Original Sin Revisited

Now everybody's heard about original sin
Some use it explain away this mess we're in
Adam and Eve they say are to blame
Well, I say they must have been framed

The garden of Eden was a beautiful scene
Bursting with flowers, fruit and all things green
No hunger, no greed, no death and no cold
And nobody ever grew old

But God had one small demand to make
Of a certain fruit, they must not partake
The tree of knowledge must be left alone
Its bright red apples must be left unknown

So Eve and Adam left that tree unpicked
Until one sad day they were tricked
The devil came along in his serpent disguise
And he looked so cute and he sounded so wise
And so from grace, the two of them fell
And shot the whole thing to hell, well, well!

From paradise those two were driven
Clutching up fig leaves to keep their "parts" hidden
And ever since that day it's been considered rude
For people to go around nude

So that was the moment when things went bad
Just think of all the good times we could have had
Had they turned deaf ears to the serpent's hiss
We'd still be living in bliss, well, well!

The bliss of ignorance I fail to see
The kiss of knowledge any day for me
The apple of temptation holds food for thought
Contrary to what we've been taught

So munch up them apples without any fear
Crunch them out nice and loud, so all can hear
Share them with anyone who's close at hand
The evil serpent be, serpent be damned
The evil serpent be damned
 

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My Fat Speaks Out© 1999  Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Why  try so hard to lose me
Can't you see I'm a part of you?
You can't shake me that easily
Why would you even want to?
You talk me down and you treat me like crap
When your very survival might rest in your lap

Just look at the classical paintings
Although centuries lie in between
The days when your mountainous flesh would be wanting
And these days  when all that is cherished is lean

Isn't there something else to be doing ?
Are there not more important battles to fight ?
Some worthwhile cause  you might be pursuing
Instead of this pitiful quest to be light ?

What is ever so clear is your need for me
What if you capsize your boat?
If you don't want me, why do you keep feeding me?
Heck, I'm what keeps you afloat

(I hope I don't sound  too desperate
But my fears should not be surprising
First the liposuction, now cabbage soup
Next thing I know you'll be exercising!)

What if we're racked with great famines and floods
And potatoes grow scarce while the flood level hikes
And you need a thick finger to jam in the mud
To dam up the hole in the last standing dike?

Please fully consider the consequence
Of reducing me to such an  extent
Your clothes will be hanging and sagging and bagging
You'll wonder where your most of your body went

This is just a for instance, but what if it rains
And someone has dripped in the hall unawares
And you slip and you fall and you wince at the pain
Cause you’ll no longer land on your large derriere?

All these years I've protected you valiently
Never imagining how it would end
With you waging war to nullify me
I thought at least we could always be friends

And what if you come home from working, dead tired
To find your chair's been destuffed by a mouse
You'll wish that your hiney was still amply padded
And you’d still have the comfiest seat in the house

I see that you're fully determined
And I can no longer stay
But keep looking over your shoulder
Metabolism lowers as you get older
The days grow short and the nights get colder
And I'll be back some day
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Monsoon© 1999 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

It’s been so dry, I wanna cry
It hasn’t rained in weeks
I’ve oiled the shutters, cleaned the gutters
Checked the roof for leaks

But if the Weather Channel’s right
There’s soon to be a storm
I won’t be happy till I see
Those rain clouds start to form

And soon, there will be a monsoon
We’ll have a big typhoon
In the heart of June
No frowns when the rain comes down
How I love the sound of its happy tune

We’ll throw another log on the fire
Pour ourselves a little glass
Cuddle up together
And listen to the weather
It looks to me the storm has come at last

We’ll spoon in this wild monsoon
With no though of doom, a second honeymoon
We’ll sigh as the clouds go by
We’re still high and dry in our livingroom

 We’ll throw a passing tree on the fire
Dream away our troubles and cares
And when it seems the water
Is higher than it oughtter be
We’ll move our little party upstairs

We’re upstairs now, the neighbor’s cow
Is mooing soft and low
We’ll try to coax  her up the stairs                                                                                                         
But how, I do not know                                                                                                                             

It seems the water’s getting higher                                                
With every passing hour
We'll find our way up to the roof
Before her milk goes sour

We may get wet, but we won’t regret
The vows we made today
To stick it out through thick and wet
Whatever comes our way

Well, look at this amazing view
Have we ever been up here before?
And after we get rescued, presuming that we do
We’ll have to climb these stairs a lot more.

In vain, it would be to complain
We should be darned glad, it’s not a hurricane
We’re blessed much more than the rest
And we’ll stand the test of the wind and rain

We’re waving as our friends pass by
I guess our house will soon be afloat
It’s not that I’m complaining
I’m happy that it’s raining
I’ve always wanted a houseboat

So take another card from the pile - go fish!
Milk yourself another glass
With Bessie and her udders
We will suffer no hunger
As long as we can find her some grass

And soon, there'll be new monsoon
We’ll have a big typhoon
In the heart of June
No frowns when the rain comes down
How I love the sound of its happy tune

We may get wet, but we won’t regret
The vows we made to day

To stick it out through thick and wet
Whatever comes our way

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"Contemplative" Songs

Never Forget Who You Are
© 1999 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

You were born at the break of dawn
Strands of starlight glowing in your eyes
Loud and loving, warm and strong
Never forget who you are

Going forth with your flags unfurled
Every stranger your new-found friend
Bringing laughter to all the world
Eternal flame in the wind

Never forget who you are
Child of mystery, child of my heart     
Set your course to the nearest star
Never forget who you are

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The Promised Land
© 1998 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved


I will follow you, my child, out into the garden
You will lead me with your tiny hand
We will wander aimlessly all around the yard
And you will lead me to the promised land

The promised land, the promised land
You will lead me to the promised land

I wondered would you ever be
It was either now or never
Now you grow inside me
And I am yours forever
Someday soon you will take me by the hand
And lead me onward to the promised land

The world can be a scary place
And time may take its toll
It’s all that anyone can do
To stay healthy and whole
Through every hurt and sorrow, beside you I will stand
And let you lead me to the promised land

Nothing can detain me but the limits of my mind
And when I’m strong and centered, the path’s not hard to find
But when I stray too far afield and get myself off track
With every baby step you’ll bring me back

As you grow inside me
In another world you dwell
And when you reach my arms at last
I’ll keep you warm and well
When life gets too tough for me
You'll take me by the hand
And lead me onward to the promised land
 

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A Song for Jim © 2006  Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved
 

He never knew how to begin, with you or me or anyone
It seems to me he just could not connect
His fifties style of fatherhood, he must have done the best he could
Ten percent example and the rest benign neglect
He knew this meadow as a scout, he never seemed to have a doubt
That you would follow in his footsteps, naturally
Yes, you his boy, his only son, you were meant to be the one
His legacy and family name to carry on
His legacy and name to carry on

The day we hiked up to this lake, you gladly let me take the lead
For I was all of twenty-four and you were just fourteen
And climbing upward, stopped to gaze on pools, reflecting in the blaze
Of sunlight on the water, glowing, flowing cool and clean
The earthy forest fragrance stirred among the tall and noble firs
Until we came upon this meadow by this stony wall
Where rock had yielded to the power of alpine grass and wildflower
Here we pitched out tent and let our heavy burdens fall
We pitched out tent and let our burdens fall

Bridge:
What a moment to be young, taking in the noonday sun
Camping in the meadow here, beside a peaceful lake
We were two so well in touch, didn't have to say too much
We blended and befriended with an easy give and take 
We blended with an easy give and take
 Dad left home when you were seven, all the gifts he thought he'd given
Never had a chance to blossom in one so young
All those seeds he thought he'd sown, never watered, never mown
Long since died and withered in the absence of his love
Though many gifts he did pass on, it seems that those are not the ones
Intended to be tended in the garden of his son
Yes, you his boy, his only son, you were meant to be the one
He never thought to look beyond and see where you had gone
To look beyond and see where you had gone

The rift grows wider with the years, an emptiness devoid of tears
A home for painful images of things that might have been
A sorrow that you can't release, the only thing that gives you peace
The genie in the bottle makes you feel all right again
I used to think you chose to be so bitter and so closed
But now I do not think I know what makes you live the way you live
You are so far out of my reach, there's just one thing that I could teach
You're worthy of the love that he did not know how to give
You are worthy of love, you are worthy of his love
Of the love that he did not know how to give
 

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Homeward Fly
© 1983 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Homeward, homeward, fly my love
Homing pigeon, mourning dove
Leave him not a trace of me
Leave him not a memory
And all at one
And all as one
All your aching wings shall spread
Take the feathers from his bed
And to the heart where once he rested
Come ye home and safely rest
 

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I’m Not Saying God is a Cheerio
© 2002 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I think I have a story here
I hope it’s not too long
It just might  be the strangest thing
I’ve ever set to song

A tale about a Cheerio
It started with a dream
In a darkened room I found just one
As I was vacuuming

While in the lighted room nearby
I knew my mother stood
Impulsively I called to her
I hit her with these words

“You are the wind beneath my wings”
“Say what?” she asked, surprised
“You are the wind beneath my wings,
The light behind my eyes.”

“Oh” - round like Cheerio
She answered with a grin
And when I told her of the dream
I left the Cheerio in

Flattered, well, who wouldn’t be?
It’s always nice to hear
A daughter who once pulled away
Knows what you mean to her

“You want to hear a story?”
I said “yes” without a groan
I might have realized that Mom
Would tell a story of her own

When I was three in Sunday school
My Mom had asked us all
“What is God?” and I’d replied
“God is a round circle.”

“Don’t be silly”, she'd begun
But caught herself in time
Out of the mouths of babes, they say
That pearl came out of mine

She’s gone on to meet her God
Or not, as it may be
And as for me, my only choice
Is just to wait and see

No, I’m not saying God is a Cheerio
But I’ll allow that it could be
When those lonely O’s appear
Mom’s saying “hi” to me

Like today, inside the autoharp
How the hell did that get there?
And though a circle never ends
I'll let this song end right here

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For a Young One Badly Beaten © 1999 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I think of you, lying there still
Out of the woods to a slow climb uphill
A steep row to hoe, a stiff test of will
I plant here a prayer that you may heal

Raised within rubble and steel
Thirteen years old, still  on two wheels
Eyes open wide to the risks of the road
Just old enough to go riding alone

Brainless monsters set upon you
Ruthlessly like beasts they pounded
A human treated just like trash
By garbage that for humans passed

They left you bruised and bloody red
So you were found, left almost dead
Soon you'll wake in a room of white
To pain that's with you day and night

On the news your story aired
All they could, they have repaired
They say you'll make it, you'll survive
How nice they found you still alive
The doctors put you back together
Now, here's Tony with the weather

May your body heal, your spirit mend
As night turns into day again
Don't let this brutal act confound you
Shrouds of light and love surround you

There's freedom in each new creation
Courage in each clear intention
May you learn to trust the world again
And grow into a man

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Before You Now
© 1994 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Today for the first time
I will stand up in the pulpit
And unite a congregation
I will speak in heaven’s name
For centuries excluded
From the center of the circle
Before you now
A keeper of the flame

But it still hurts
Even though you changed your mind
And you say that I am worthy
Respectable and strong
For I can't forget
The struggle that it took
And how you stood
Against me for so long

My robe is long and black
It looks a lot like yours
It doesn’t quite become me
I have heard
Yes, you find it unbecoming
On a body that bears children
May not I be
The bearer of the word?

And it still hurts
Even though you took it back
And you say that I am worthy
Even in my darkest hour
But I can't believe that
You've really seen the light
As you let go
Let go of your power

Here in the sacristy
I practice what I’ll say
In a moment I will step into your sight
I’m counting on my courage
And the wisdom of the spirit
To hold me close
Ever after in the light

But it still hurts
Even though I’ve found my wings
Even in this holy moment
Even in this state of grace
Yet I do believe
In the healing power of love
I will stand up to the challenge
I will rearrange the balance
In this sacred place
 

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Beyond Words© 1999 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Beyond words
The wonder in our eyes
Beyond words
We know no boundaries
A delicate imbalance
That words cannot define
In mystical delight
Our hearts entwine

Childhood long forgotten
Awakening in me
Touching you and holding you
A taste of ecstasy
You are like no other
But I’m like any mother
Loving from a place beyond words

Eternity is present
So easily at hand
Mothers love forever
Now I understand
The hopeless neverending
Becomes a boundless sea
You have brought me back
To the dawn of history
You've set me free

Beyond words
Every moment a surprise
Beyond words
The light that fills your eyes
Wherever you may wander
Whatever you may learn
To this place beyond words
May you  return
 

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Take Me to the Tundra © 2001 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I’ve never been to Nebraska
I never wanted to go
I’ve been to Europe and Asia
I once touched down in Ohio
I never cared for the desert
They say it’s lovely at night
But if you take me to the tundra
I know I’ll feel all right

Take me to the tundra
Where Land and Sky are one
I want to ponder my existence
Beneath the midnight sun

I lived a while in Mexico
I took a trip to Japan
I even passed through Monaco
One evening on a train
I’ve watch the sun go down in Greece
And rise in Harvard Square
I’ve never been to the tundra
Please won’t you take me there?

Take me to the tundra
Where the Land and Sky are one
Take me to the tundra
Where we can be all alone

Anything is possible
Everything is true
When Aurora Borealis
Is shining down on you

My Grandma took me out one night
To see the northern lights
To see the northern lights
The world was too round
And we were too far south
To catch that glorious sight
No, I didn’t see them on that night
And I haven’t seen them yet
But the field of stars in that summer sky
Is a sight I’ll not forget

Take me to the tundra
Where Land and Sky are one
I want to ponder my existence
Beneath the midnight sun

Take me to the tundra
Where the Land and Sky are one
Take me to the tundra
Where we can be all alone
 

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Brother to Brother
© 2001 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Four long years enslaved by war
I fought you brother, hand to hand
I had my honor to defend
I am not sure what you stood for

Brother to brother, man to man
Was ever peace with honor won?

We woke up singing freedom’s song
As blessed peace renewed us all
But soon we heard the generals call
Another conflict had begun

Brother to brother, hand to hand
We went to fight in a foreign land

Yes, all too soon the battle cry
Resounded from a distant shore
The war, they said to end all wars
Again they sent us off to die

Brother, soldier, man to man
Who’s the enemy, who the friend

Our killing became mechanized
Machines and bombs held men at bay
And as for the ones we blew away
No longer did we see their eyes

The more efficient we became
The more we killed the less we knew
Our distance from the target grew
Still, we killed them all in freedom’s name

Brother to brother, man to man
From boundless skies we took our aim

Though sometimes warring went haywire
When a misaimed blast exploding blind
A friend rather than foe did find
Then we called it friendly fire

Brother, soldier, man to man
Who’s the enemy, who the friend ?

Back in the times of the Civil War
As cruel and ugly as it was
Sheer greed and ignorance the cause
We knew our enemies for who they were:

Our brothers, as all men must be
Descended from a common source
How, in this light, is deadly force
Still brandished with such ease?

Brother to brother or beast to beast
We were meant to live in peace

A simple thing, that many find
So obvious, so it would seem
Yet we blunder through this stream
Of killing our own kind

Brother to brother, man to man
Will this nightmare never end?
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Summers at the Farm© 1999 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved
 

 Summer evening at Grandma's house and we haven't been called in yet
The sun is just beginning to set
Grasses we've been rolling in, setting free a thousand scents of summer
Growing stains upon our pants
Beginning to appear... the stars
Nothing shines so clear as who we are

Summer morning heading out to pick us some wild berries
Grandma knows just where the good ones are
The dogs go with us, Grandma scolds as we put grass seeds in their hair
She says, "You'll spread those grass seeds everywhere"
Salt and pepper, white seeds, black seeds
We are on a mission to spread weeds

The afternoon is long and free
We rest beneath the willow tree
Gathering flowers in our laps
While Gramps and Grandma take their naps
Soon dinner's in the making
The berry pies are baking
Fresh artichokes abound
New carrots from the ground

Summer nights and Grandma sing us songs from Stephen Foster
We recite our poetry from A.A. Milne
And like Christopher Robin, we kneel beside the poster bed
And Godbless everyone we've ever known
Grandma sings a strange, sad song
You cannot own a person, that is wrong
No one had to tell us that when we were very young

Coyotes howl a comfort
Grandma reassures us
She seems to think it scares us
As if that cry of freedom could
Funny, what you remember, the little things that I remember
When I think back on the summers of my childhood
 

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You Are the Wind © 1997  Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved


You are the wind from the west blowing in
Rolling along turning mountains into sand
I am the tide and my journey’s set in stone
I flood and subide with the phases of the moon

I am the tide, I’m predictable and sure
Marking a stride that is stable and secure
You are the wind and you will not be confined
You gust, and you spin in elaborate design

You are the wind, surging ever on the move
I am the tide, I have nothing left to prove
Steady and calm, in my silence I am strong
You raise the clouds in a symphony of storm

You are the wind from the west blowing in
I am the tide moving slowly on the sand
In a timeless parade, we are neither friends or foes
Neither can we stay where the other one goes
 

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Welcome Home
© 1991 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Welcome home, the moon is rising
Stars appearing on the far horizon
But the silvery beams from endless skies
Hold no candle to your eyes

Welcome home, my own little star
I shine to the colors of who you are
We will dance in the sunlight and sing to the moon
I will memorize your tune

Each of us evolving
In the mysteries revolving
In the everpresent light
Making shadows in the night

And in the light of all I am
So much I’ve forgotten comes back to me again
Unfolding in a rocking bliss
I never knew it could be like this

Welcome home, the moon is rising
Stars appearing on the far horizon
Through a telescope of shining song
I can see I am where I belong                                                                                                

Welcome home....                                                                                                           
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Raise the Cup Again© 1997 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved


Another year has come and gone
Another trip around the sun
Another journey has begun
Through these uncertain times
Gathering with friends and kin
Welcoming the new year in
Thinking back on what has been
How my spirit climbs

Let’s raise the cup again
Throw our sorrows to the wind
Let us scatter them like stones into the sea
We’ll sing another song
To the joy that is to come
To the mystery of all that’s yet to be

January brought the rain
February brought more rain
In March we knew that winter’s end
Might finally come to pass

In April little hints of green
With clouds and rainfall in between
In May and June the springtime came
The sun appeared at last

I planted in July
Well, better late than never
Better late than not at all
In August, time stood still
I had to stop and wonder
At the wonder of it all

September brought a gust of wind
It knocked until I let it in
Outside I saw the harvest moon
Up in a starry sky

October, colors everywhere
With leaves unfurling in the air
Until one day the trees were bare
With winter drawing nigh  

November, it might snow
Or maybe in December
What a bounty it would bring
If on this final night
The world were clean and white
Hark- the angels sing


Oh, hark the heav'nly sound
The voices of my friends
In a song that never ends
We’re going one more round
Gonna raise the cup again
Throw our sorrows to the wind
Let the music and the merriment begin
We’ll raise the cup again.

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Song For Brent
 © 1992 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

You are the kite, I hold the key
Through the wire, electrifying
Surge of power, death defying

Floodlit, webbed in light
Drawn into the endless night
In your final hour
What last image met your sight?

I am just barely holding on
Can’t believe you’re really gone
The Earth still turns, the sun burns on
A new day comes

In a heartbeat you reached the end
Left without a place to stand
Upon this shore
Your footprints still mark the sand

Wind and water, time and space
A simple fact they can’t erase
You once were
A dweller in this place

Were you sleeping or wide awake
Did you watch the morning break?
Did you even realize
Did your life pass before your eyes ?

In a whisper, I feel you here
I wonder if you are somewhere
In my dreams, you do appear

Wherever else you may now be
You remain a part of me
And love exists through eternity

You are the kite, I hold the key
Through the wire, electrifying
Surge of power
Death defying
 

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I Don't Want to Be a Clinging Vine
 © 1982 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I'm not surprised to find you on my mind
The threads of our lives have so long been entwined
And now you've gone away for just a few days
And it's making me think
And I've go this sinking feeling
You may not be coming back to stay

And I don't want to be a clinging vine
But I don't want to let you go, let you go this time
No, not at this time

I know there are some things that have to change
We never have been happy when they just stay the same
But I'm so afraid that we're growing apart
I'm looking within
And I see my soul go spinning
But I can't find the answer in my heart

And I don't want to be a clinging vine...

Summertime is just around the bend
Springtime is flowering in my garden
There's so many things we have yet to uncover
You may not always be the one
To share with me the morning sun
But for now I hope you're still gonna be my lover

And I don't want to be a clinging vine....
 

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You Still Love Me
 © 1982 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

I know you aren't the first to give the sudden news
No more you and me and no more me and you
But this sure must be a crazy time
Your little heart must have lost its mind
There can be no doubt - you still love me!

Nobody can blame you if you're kind of scared
Maybe you just now found out how much you really care
And you need to back away
But you'll be back some day
You'll be back to tell me - you still love me!

You still love me I can feel it
Though you try hard to conceal it
There are some things that just keep on shining through
Yeah you still love me, come on admit it
We've got a love that just won't quit
And there ain't no end in sight for me and you

Life is just too short for this kind of messing around
And when you love someone, you shouldn't
Keep your feet on the ground
You've gotta let yourself take flight
Even knowing that you might
Change your mind about some things
Like that you still love me!

You still love me, I can feel it...

If I can just keep believing
In this love I am perceiving
Then maybe someday, we'll begin anew
But I am not gonna play it cool
You know, I'd rather play the fool
And tell you you still love me
Cause I know you do

Yeah, you still love me, come on admit it...
 

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Morningstar , by Avelin Tacon
 © 1982 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

Cloudbursts drown, blue skies dry
Life's a changing, all the time
Growing here, dying there
Winds of magic stir the air
From hazy winter, springtime blooms
The seasons change and so do you
Changing like a Midwest day
Tornado comes, swirls me away
Then lazy dusk, magnolia breeze
Holding you my minds at ease

Never knowing just where you are
Or where you're going, come near, go far
But loving you through all we are
Our spirit glows like morningstar

Fear slips in with the dank morning fog
Its whispering voice an icy song
A ray of light and the sun breaks through
It clears the air and ends the tune
Setting sail on waves of doubt
I lose my course, then I come about
What is love? I thought I knew
But that was before I met you
If it's this, it can't be that
Don't analyze, lay back, relax

Never knowing just where you are...

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Starsong © 1982 Betsy Wellings
Down to Earth Music, All rights reserved

If we can seize the moment now
We shall be spared the rude awakening of age
And pity shall not fall upon us.

Blessed be the path that keeps me
Weaving through this wordless dream
Faces I have never seen
Watch over as I sleep

Winter’s hollow storms assail me
Till in the warming air of spring
Quiet buds are opening
Miracles of life prevail

So renewed I study how
To stay abreast of the emptiness
I shall inherit my own success
If I can seize the moment now

When feel the anger stir
I shall unfold it carefully
Transform to love’s full potency
A gently flowing courage

Let the velvet curtains rise
No finer stage was ever set
No brighter spotlight ever met
These searching eyes

Every day an open page
A breath of life, a solemn prayer
A promise that I may be spared
The rude awakening of age

Lessons of the past unlearned
With open mind and humble heart
I dedicate my simple art
I’ll keep the fires to burn

Fires that may so gently blaze
A heart that no more hesitates
And laughter to illuminate
The window of my gaze

And when the light of morning calls
And only yesterday remains
Let memories of love sustain me
And pity shall not fall upon me

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