Lyrics

One Day You Will -- Lady Antebellum

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 04:52:08 GMT

You feel like you're falling backwards
Like you're slipping through the cracks
Like no one would even notice
If you left this town and never came back
You walk outside and all you see is rain
You look inside and all you feel is pain
And you can't see it now

But down the road the sun is shining
In every cloud there's a silver lining
Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
And every heartache makes you stronger
But it won't be much longer
You'll find love
You'll find peace
And the you you're meant to be
I know right now that's not the way you feel
But one day you will

You wake up every morning and ask yourself
What am I doing here anyway?
With the weight of all those disappointments
Whispering in your ear
You're just barely hanging by a thread
You wanna scream but you're down to your last breath
And you don't know it yet

But down the road the sun is shining
In every cloud there's a silver lining
Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
And every heartache makes you stronger
But it won't be much longer
You'll find love
You'll find peace
And the you you're meant to be
I know right now that's not the way you feel
But one day you will

Find the strength to rise above
You will find just what you're made of
You're made of

But down the road the sun is shining
In every cloud there's a silver lining
Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
And every heartache makes you stronger
But it won't be much longer
You'll find love
You'll find peace
And the you you're meant to be
I know right now that's not the way you feel
I know right now that's not the way you feel
But one day you will
One day you will

Yes We Can

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:58:56 GMT

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality.

Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.

Yes we can heal this nation.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.

We know the battle ahead will be long. But always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics. They will only grow louder and more dissonant. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA. We will remember that there is something happening in America. That we are not as divided as our politics suggests. That we are one people -- we are one nation -- and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --

Yes. We. Can.

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear/O Little Town of Bethlehem

Fri, 26 Dec 2008 04:36:19 GMT

It came upon a midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth
Good will to me
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

For lo' the days are hastening on
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall long
The Prince of Peace they came
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ was born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love

All morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And peace to men on earth

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven

No ear may hear his coming
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him still
The dear Christ enters in

A Baby Changes Everything -- Faith Hill

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:35:40 GMT

A teenage girl, much too young
Unprepared for what's to come
A baby changes everything

Not a ring on her hand
All her dreams and all her plans
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

The man she loves she's never touched
How will she keep his trust
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

And she cries
Oh, she cries

She has to leave, go far away
Heaven knows she can't stay
A baby changes everything

She can feel it's coming soon
There's no place, there's no room
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

And she cries
And she cries
Oh, she cries

Shepherds all gather round
Up above the star shines down
A baby changes everything

Choir of angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
A baby changes everything
A baby changes everything

My whole life has turned around
I once was lost, but now I'm found
A baby changes everything

Christmastime -- Hilary Weeks

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 04:53:09 GMT

Candy canes, counting days, kids who still believe
Falling snow, mistletoe, trimming the tree
And laying underneath the glow of colored strings of light
Dreaming of Christmas Eve night

Popcorn chains, China plates, the smell of pumpkin pie
Wrapping gifts, ornaments, stockings hung high
Baking cookies and reading stories, a different tale each night
And seeing it again through a child's eyes

It's the hope that one day the world will know peace
It's the love that we feel helping others in need
It's shepherds who follow the star in the night
All wrapped up in the gift of Christmastime

Holy night, a gift divine, unto us is come
A perfect child, a baby mild, and holding her son
Mary sings a lullaby as peacefully He sleeps
And she marvels at what this miracle will mean

It's the Son of heaven as angels sing
It's the grace that only the Savior could bring
It's wise men who follow Him each day of their lives
All wrapped up in the gift of Christmastime

It's wise men who follow him each day of their lives
It's love and hope
It's joy and light
It's Christmastime

The Story of the Christmas Truce

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 05:02:33 GMT

December 1914 was grim for the thousands of soldiers who had dug into the frozen trenches on either side of Flanders Field. What lay between them in the early months of the First Great War was a field of sorrow -- No Man's Land -- littered with barbed wire and decaying corpses.

But somehow, amid the fear and anger, a miracle occurred. As Christmas Day approached, the weapons of war fell silent, men ventured out of the trenches, gifts were exchange, and the sober duty of remembering the dead commenced. For two days, the spirit of Christmas filled the air, and a remarkable "Christmas Truce" brightened spirits. Whn night fell, and that memorable Christmas slipped into the past, one last sound broke that silence: a chorus, from either side, singing in native tongue, "Silent Night."

Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared by both sides of the fight
And as we lay there in our trenches, the silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing a song that we all knew

Though I did not know the language, the song was Silent Night
Then I heard my buddy whisper "All is calm and all is bright"
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me because I'd die if I was wrong
But I stood up in my trench and I began to sing along

Then across the frozen battlefield another's voice joined in
Until one by one, each man became a singer of the hymn

Then I thought that I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood the German soldier beneath the falling flakes of white
Then he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say "Here's hoping we both live to see us find a better way"

Then the devil's clock struck midnight and the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood was blown to hell again

But for just one fleeting moment the answer seemed so clear
Heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's just beyond the fear
No, heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's for us to find it here

**Belleau Wood, Garth Brooks, Sevens**

Throughout December, gifts -- English puddings and German chocolate -- were heaved from trench to trench. A German boot exploded in an English trench, stuffed with sausages, chocolate, and cigars. There were soccer games in No Man's Land. A British soldier captured a rabbit, and soldiers from both sides contributed tins of vegetables and meat to make a batch of Christmas stew. It hardly seemed possible at the time that the war would last so long.

But the squabble turned into a long, brutal war. The industrial revolution spawned machinery capable of killing thousands at a time. In the end, not only would ten million die but the tenuous peace would also foster a bitterness that festered until the Second World War began.

Still, for a time, young Londoners who had befriended German waiters and German patrons of French operas saw the war as something temporary. They didn't really hate each other in the first few months. It was only out of duty that they fought. So when an opportunity to celebrate a common holiday arose, so did the men from their trenches.

The guns were silent for a day. And when soldiers from both sides returned to their trenches after Christmas and the command to resume was issued, they would fire only at the clouds. The war would not continue until replacements were rotated in.

**prose taken from Silent Night, Holy Night: The Story of the Christmas Truce **

Once in Royal David's City

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 04:20:34 GMT

Once in royal David's City
Stood a lowly cattle shed
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for his bed
Mary was that mother, mild
Jesus Christ her little child

He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all
And His shelter was a stable
And His cradle was a stall
With the poor and meek and lowly
Lived on earth our Savior holy

And our eyes at last shall see Him
Through His own redeeming love
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone

Christmas Must Mean Something More -- Taylor Swift

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 03:23:19 GMT

What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing?
Would the song still survive without five golden rings?
Would you still wanna kiss without mistletoe?
What would happen if God never let it snow?
What would happen if Christmas carols told a lie?
Tell me, what would you find?

You'd see that the day holds something special
Something holy
Not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know
That is for sure
Christmas must be something more

What if angels did not pay attention to
All the things that we wish they would always do?
What if happiness came in a cardboard box?
Then I think there is something we all forgot
What would happen if presents all went away
Tell me, what would you find?

You'd see that the day holds something special
Something holy
Not superficial
So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
So here's something you should know
That is for sure
Christmas must be something more

We get so caught up in all of it
Business and relationships
Hundred mile an hour lives
And it's this time of year
And everybody's here
It seems the last thing on your mind

Is that the day holds something special
Something holy
Not superficial
So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives
It's something we all try to ignore
And put a wreath up on your door
And here's something you should know
That is for sure
Christmas must be something
Christmas must be something
Christmas must be something more

Lookin' For a Good Time -- Lady Antebellum

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 06:02:57 GMT

Another fun country band. Great music. I need to buy their cd soon. This song makes me want to have a one-night stand:)

Girl, you're beautiful
You're 'bout near perfect
But I bet somebody's already told you that
Name your poison
Name your passion
'Cause a boy like me just couldn't help but ask

Keep on talking to me, baby
I'm hanging on your every word
Keep those drinks a-coming
Maybe we'll both get what we deserve

How 'bout, baby
We make a promise
And not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light
Hey, I'm just looking for a good time

Put in a long hard week doing this nine to five
And you're just the girl to get that off my mind
You shouldn't have worn that dress
You shouldn't move like that
You've got this little heart of mine in overdrive

I sure love this conversation
The band is good
The music's loud
But would you get the wrong impression
If I called us a cab right now

How 'bout, baby
We make a promise
And not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light
Hey, I'm just looking for a good time

Go ahead and lie to me and pull me close
Tell me that you love me even if you don't
The rule is that you never even talk about forever
But you never say never in life

How 'bout, baby
We make a promise
And not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light

Hey, I'm just looking for a good time

Slow Dance More -- Kenny Rogers

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:44:37 GMT

Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed, he said, that ain't me
Gotta spend some time with my family
Left to its own device, May becomes June
And children grow up way too soon

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God, but lock your door
Buy low, sell high
And slow dance more

Mamy Johnson was Grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand, side by side
They were taught to simplify
Some folks have, some have not
What matters most is what you do with what you've got

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God, but lock your door
Buy low, sell high
And slow dance more
And more

I think I understand what my father's father meant
When he said
Son what matters most you can count on just one hand

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God, but lock your door
Buy low, sell high
And slow dance more

Buy low, sell high
And slow dance more