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What I Might
03:24
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She appeared fully formed like a goddess
From the words of a song I once knew
With childlike wonder and the wisdom of the ages
Eyes shining like stars, the song was true
Eyes shining like stars, the song was true
Before this warrior princess from another land
I fall on my knees and I bow
And with dancing and song, I take her by the hand
We are Cecilia’s acolytes now
We are Cecilia’s acolytes now
And we sang through the night
And we danced ‘till the light
But her delicate finger tips,
Pressed to my half opened lips
Kept me from saying what I might
Kept me from saying what I might
She looked at me with love in her eyes
The love of a friendship true
And through the laughter and through the tears
Through our songs our friendship grew
Through our songs our friendship grew
And we sang through the night
And we danced ‘till the light
But her delicate finger tips,
Pressed to my half opened lips
Kept me from saying what I might
Kept me from saying what I might
And we sang through the night
And we danced ‘till the light
But her delicate finger tips,
Pressed to my half opened lips
Kept me from saying what I might
Kept me from saying what I might
Kept me from saying what I might
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2. |
Cross Street
04:30
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I fall in love again and again
Sometimes my heart is broken, sometimes I make a friend
So many beautifully weird people you can meet
Falling in love on Cross Street
I saw her on the stage, I was mesmerized
The burning in my heart from the fire in her eyes
My heart and her song where synced by the beat
Falling in love on Cross Steet
So many roads down which I have run
So many times I’ve followed my feet
So many people, so much joy and fun
But my heart always brings me back to Cross Street
I take a walk from the tower to the tracks
The heartbreak and love, the memories come flooding back
Finding joy in all the new people that I meet
Falling in love on Cross Street
So many roads down which I have run
So many times I’ve followed my feet
So many people, so much joy and fun
But my heart always brings me back to Cross Street
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3. |
Mary's Sweet Smile
03:22
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She walks into the room, I look up to see her face
I’m drawn in by her humor, her beauty, wit, and grace
And when our eyes meet
My heart forgets to beat
And when it starts again, it’s at a record pace.
But I don’t even want to kiss her ‘cause then I could not see
Mary’s sweet smile, Mary’s radiant smile, Mary’s lovely sweet smile.
She’s got a look about her, I cannot look away
And when I am in darkness, she is my light of day
And for just one of her smiles
I’d run sixty-two miles
Her smile has got me completely in her sway
But I don’t even want to kiss her ‘cause then I could not see
Mary’s sweet smile, Mary’s radiant smile, Mary’s lovely sweet smile.
But I don’t even want to kiss her ‘cause then I could not see
Mary’s sweet smile, Mary’s radiant smile, Mary’s lovely sweet smile.
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4. |
Fine Sunny Day
05:32
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In dark times when shadows grow long
And the evil powers choke off all song
The young in hopeful whispers say
Such a fine, fine sunny day
Such a fine, fine sunny day
When those who know better live in fear
And believe that God has turned a deaf ear
The young with hopeful hearts still pray
For a fine, fine sunny day
For a fine, fine sunny day, they pray
Such a fine sunny day and you’ve got to go
Your life and your death won’t be for nothing, oh no!
To reclaim the future that was from the taken
By the millions the young, they will awaken
On this fine, fine sunny day
On this fine, fine sunny day
Though faced with certain doom
Still the white rose, it will bloom
And the young people with Sophie still say
Such a fine, fine sunny day
Such a fine, fine sunny day, the say
Such a fine sunny day and you’ve got to go
Your life and your death won’t be for nothing, oh no!
To reclaim the future that was from the taken
By the millions the young, they will awaken
On this fine, fine sunny day
Such a fine sunny day and you’ve got to go
Your life and your death won’t be for nothing, oh no!
To reclaim the future that was from the taken
By the millions the young, they will awaken
They’ll awaken, yes they’ll awaken, reawaken
On this fine, fine sunny day
On this fine, fine sunny day
On this fine, fine sunny day
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5. |
Little Bee
04:19
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Little bee, flying around
For the flowers on the ground
Little bee, flying free
Through the field, around the tree.
Little bee, joy in flight
Seem so happy, yellow and bright
Little bee, had nothing to gain
When you caused me, so much pain.
Why oh why little bee
You should be flying free
You stung my neck and caused me strife
You sacrificed your very own life
Just to hurt me…
Just to hurt me.
Little bee, I did not see
You flying around the corner at me
I felt your sting, it made me cry
It stings to know that you will die
Why oh why little bee
You should be flying free
You stung my neck and caused me strife
You sacrificed your very own life
Just to hurt me.
Just to hurt me.
Little bee, that caused me pain
I hope you do not die in vain
Let us learn and shed a tear
We should not die in the cause of fear.
Why oh why little bee
You should be flying free
You stung my neck and caused me strife
You sacrificed your very own life
Just to hurt me…
Just to hurt me.
Why oh why little bee
You should be flying free
You stung my neck and caused me strife
You sacrificed your very own life
Just to hurt me…
Just to hurt me…
Just to hurt me.
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6. |
When Mary Met Michael
05:38
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She went on her journey not knowing what she’d find
She travelled to that country, leaving everything else behind
She met this new adventure with wonderment and grace
She greets each new experience with a smile on her face
Just like an angel, she left beauty in her wake
She played her harp and sang for other people’s sake
Then came that tragic day when she just had to leave
She went on her journey and left us here to grieve
When Mary met Michael there was joy high above
He met her with smile, an outstretched hand, and love
When Mary met Michael she felt his warm glow
When Mary met Michael there was weeping here below
There was weeping here below
She knew when she saw him that there is music here
And where there is music, she has no cause to fear
He handed her a harp and she plucked a golden tone
She knew when she saw him, she would not be alone
When Mary met Michael there was joy high above
He met her with smile, an outstretched hand, and love
When Mary met Michael she felt his warm glow
When Mary met Michael there was weeping here below
There was weeping here below
When Mary met Michael there was joy high above
He met her with smile, an outstretched hand, and love
When Mary met Michael she felt his warm glow
When Mary met Michael there was weeping here below
There was weeping here below
There was weeping here below
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7. |
Constance
02:59
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Constance when down to Memphis town
To a school she was to run.
Help the children know, letters numbers and grow
In the love of the Father’s son.
Constance stayed down in Memphis town
To help the people there
A sickness so vile, had struck for a while
And gave the people a scare
While others had fled, Constance she bled
Like the Father’s only son
As the fever took hold, there was Mary in gold
Saying “Sister, well done.”
To help them all, she heeded the call
A voice that was not vague
With her sisters she went, to where they felt sent
To those with the American plague.
While others had fled, Constance she bled
Like the Father’s only son
As the fever took hold, there was Mary in gold
Saying “Sister, well done.”
Constance stayed down in Memphis town
A city with too much strife
She provided care for poor folk there
And for them gave her life.
While others had fled, Constance she bled
Like the Father’s only son
As the fever took hold, there was Mary in gold
Saying “Sister, well done.”
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8. |
The Choir Sings
04:56
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In a valley, in my dreams,
In the future so it seems
A city of glass and steel beams,
Of smoke and acrid steams
A city of wealth, so they boast
As they praise themselves with a champagne toast
Their only care, who has the most
The city’s a shell, the city’s a ghost.
The city is sighing, the city is crying
The city is ash covered, the city is dying
The city is sighing, the city is crying
The city is ash covered, the city is dying
Through the gloom, through the years
The people see through their tears
Around the city a choir appears
And begins to sing to sooth their fears
The choir sings the filth away
The choir sings the disease away
The choir sings the ash away
The choir sings the tears away
The choir sings the filth away
The choir sings the disease away
The choir sings the ash away
The choir sings the tears away
The rich insomniacs in their beds
Hear the song and are filled with dread
They can rest unless the poor are bled
They can’t sleep until the weak are dead
The city is sighing, the city is crying
The city is ash covered, the city is dying
The city is sighing, the city is crying
The city is ash covered, the city is dying
The choir sings on through the night
Relentlessly singing in this holy fight
Gives the people a hope so bright
Maybe they’ll realize their might
The choir sings the filth away
The choir sings the disease away
The choir sings the ash away
The choir sings the tears away
The choir sings the filth away
The choir sings the disease away
The choir sings the ash away
The choir sings the tears away
The choir sings the filth away
The choir sings the disease away
The choir sings the tears away
The choir sings
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9. |
The Nature of Compassion
03:39
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There was a man and a woman who loved him
She pledged to be his bride
She gazed upon him with stars in her eyes
A future with him filled her with pride
One night he drugged her, he took what he wanted
He used her until his desire was sated
That son of bitch took what they could have shared
If only he had waited
In a nearby town was a woman for whom
Her children were he everything
She cherished every moment of their childhood
To see them smile made her heart sing
But one night there came a knock on the door
She learned it was too late to say
That she loved her son no matter who he loved
For he had been murdered for being gay
All of God’s children live a life
Of hopes and fears and passion
And it’s done to me as to the least of these
Such is the nature of compassion
All of God’s children live a life
Of hopes and fears and passion
And it’s done to me as to the least of these
Such is the nature of compassion
There as a man everyone had seen
On the corner of a busy street
Though they saw him, they’d look away
When they, he’d try to greet
Thought he was hungry and had no home
No bed to lay his head
He’d look upon them and greet them and smile
But they’d scarcely noticed when he’d been dead.
All of God’s children live a life
Of hopes and fears and passion
And it’s done to me as to the least of these
Such is the nature of compassion
All of God’s children live a life
Of hopes and fears and passion
And it’s done to me as to the least of these
Such is the nature of compassion
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10. |
Prayer of the Spirit
04:07
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Song is the prayer of the spirit
Be still for a moment, you can hear it
The music all around, we’re so near it
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
Sitting in a restaurant I heard a voice
I was inspired and I made a choice
To fill my life with music
Sitting in a restaurant I found my voice.
Song is the prayer of the spirit
Be still for a moment, you can hear it
The music all around, we’re so near it
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
I reached out to people with my song
Awoke the energy for which they long
The music touched them and freed their minds
I found lost people with my song
Song is the prayer of the spirit
Be still for a moment, you can hear it
The music all around, we’re so near it
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
I’ve had ninety-one mostly good years
So what I say you’ll want to hear
Don’t get rich just fill your life with song
And you, too, will have mostly good years.
Song is the prayer of the spirit
Be still for a moment, you can hear it
The music all around, we’re so near it
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
Song is the prayer of the spirit
Be still for a moment, you can hear it
The music all around, we’re so near it
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
Song is the prayer of the spirit.
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J Washburn Gardner Tipton, Michigan
J. Washburn Gardner brings a unique and lyrical voice to the singer/songwriter realm. Drawing inspiration from his
adventures and misadventure in love, friendship, family and pet ownership, he writes and sings songs of love, pain, joy, and coffee.
J. Washburn has lived in Michigan most of his life and currently heralds from Ypsilanti but has roots that span from New Hampshire to Seattle.
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