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A little baby's born
Daddy's up and gone
You see his mama cry
Don't you turn away
She's needing you today
To help her dry her eyes.
All God's lovely children
Sometimes lose their ways
All God's lovely children
Need your love today.
Met a little man
Reaching out his hand
He's reaching out for you
Won't you take his hand
Help him understand
And try to see him through.
All God's lovely children
Sometimes lose their ways
All God's lovely children
Need your love today.
People
People
People
People
Love my people
It's right in the steeple
It's in your heart and in your hands
Open up your heart
Reach out your hands
And then you'll begin to understand.
Why all God's lovely children
Sometimes lose their ways
All God's lovely children
Need your love today.
People.
People.
People.
People.
People.
People...
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Traveling down a different road
Trying hard to leave the load
We take it there but we can't let go
It's so hard to lay it down
Back in Eden we were tried
Found ourselves disatisfied
Seeking wisdom that she denied
Trying hard to lay it down
Lay it down, brother,lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
Hide in me,confide in me
Don't you think it's time to be
Everything we tried to be
You and me should lay it down
Speak to me, be unashamed
There's no time for playing games
After all we're all the same
Just trying hard to lay it down
Lay it down, brother,lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
Lay it down, brother,lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
Wish my words could make it well
Wish that I might break the shell
Take us from our self-made well
Find a way to lay it down
Burdened by the things i've learned
Hurting cause i'm too concerned
Nonetheless i confess i yearn
To find a way to lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
It's so hard... to lay it... down
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Poem for my little lady
She's young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
than a guitar picking drifter
who never gave a damn.
And if loving me is all
she ever wants some gonna let her
And I've tried to be kind of man
She thinks I am.
She makes those little kitten sounds
and ( that ) trembles when I love her
she makes me feel so bad and strong in me
She whispers how she can not wait
to be my baby's mother
She's the only glimpse of God
I've ever seen.
Her mama sure had warned her
Never take out with a poet
For poets travel rocky roads
In search of truth and life.
I'm the only blemish on
Her virgin soul but she don't know it
and I thank the Lord she's lying gentle
by my side tonight.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
I thank god she's lying gentle, by my side tonight
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Don't look so sad, I know it's over
But life goes on
And this old world just keeps on turning
Let's just be glad, we had this time
To spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges
That were burning.
Lay your head on my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body next to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Beating soft against the window
And make believe you love me one more time
For the good times.
I get along you'll find another
And I'll be here if you should find
You ever need me.
Don't say a word
About tomorrow or forever
There'll be time enough
For sadness when you leave.
Lay your head on my pillow â¦
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Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer's day
Warriors both of course
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy then cried with joy
As his young playmate said:
"Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Jack and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys"
Long years had passed, war came so fast
One wore the blue, the other gray
Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew:
"Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys
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