Come Forth O New Song

 

Listening to the night,

Singing before the sun,

Two souls seeking light,

In darkness hour

Come forth o new Song

Come forth we so long here

Two birds in dawn flight

Two hands upon a chord

Two roads and two nights

Before I sleep

Come forth o new Song

Come forth we so long here

Come forth o new song come bathe me

Come forth and banish this  fear

Fear than has pained and has chained me

So that I can’t hear,

So that I can‘t  hear ,

So that I can’t hear

You

New hymns and new chimes

Blowing like summer breeze

New chords for new rhymes

New melodies

Come forth o new Song

Come forth we so long here

So long just to hear

So long just to hear

So long just top hear

You

For In My Soul

 

For In My  Soul

 

Each  day I rise ,

Each day  I rise up determined to see the  sky,

But then  my  eyes,

But then my eyes they adjust, for I need  survive;

Shrink  me  down to here , shrink  me down to where the sun

Is only some  thing there

 

But in my  soul turns the fire, the fire of  pride.

 

Always….now

Each day my tears,

Each day  my tears  they  spill out,

Oh so secretly,

and  then my fear.

And  then  my fear  and  my  doubt

Blind  me  not to see;

See the circle spin, see me caged within, within

Seeking  some  to sin to blame

 

But  in my soul, for in my  soul yearns,

The fire the  fire of  love.

 

Always….now

 

Each day I  know,

Each day I know I’m not yet,

Though I’m  frayed and worn.

Each day I go,

Each  day I go to the river

There to  be  born,

Someday this shall  be,

Someday soon I shall  be free

And on that day  I ‘ll sing

For in my soul, for in my soul,

Burns the fire, the  fire of God

 

Always…. now

 

Words and music by Patrick James Walsh

All rights reserved 2007 ASCAP

Awaken

Awaken

I’ve been walking in sleep,

I’ve sleeping in chains,

I’ve been chaining my heart here to stones,

That will leave me insane

If I don’t awaken,

if I don’t awaken from this dream

Past the force fields of   fear,

Past the chill desert   night,

Past the graveyards of cold driven ghosts,

I walk on to the light

There to awaken,

There  to awaken from this dream

Falling  asleep is  easier than known

Making you  think each time you  shrink  you’ve grown;

Each time you  die the sky has  opened your eyes.

Memory’s chains derange and cast their tolls

Shrinking our minds, our eyes our hearts, our souls

Awaken all that I do not know has died.

Voices call from behind

Voices whisper,  “beware”

Voices scold and they cry and cajole

But these I know longer hear,

for now I awaken

For I awaken

I was not born to steal

I was  not  born to lie

And not born to not born to deceive or enslave

I was not born to die

But to awaken

But to awaken from this scream

The Slave

 

The slave, he knows me well

The slave knows to rearrange things before I can tell,

He knows the danger deep within a new born song,

And the slave is never wrong.

He sings, “ Hey, your song is over, “

He sighs, “Ah your song is mine!”

He cries, “ I, I could lay you in your grave,

Here but I’d never leave you or hide

Here but I’d never leave you or hide….

Lay me down Lay down, down

 

The slave is hard to find

The slave changes faces faster than the hand of time,

The slave knows exactly who he is to starve or feed,

So the slave will never bleed.

 

And now, now a wise one,

And then, there a child, and here,

Here a soldier of shame but never, no never pure wild

but never, no never pure wild

break me down, break me down down down

 

The slave he knows my name

The slave knows what brings me solace and what brings me shame

The slave knows the secret fears that wait behind my eyes,

But the slave can sympathize

And there, there he dances,

And now, now he rhymes,

And there, there he’s   weeping

“Saying, no one will take you alive

“Saying, no one will   take you alive”

Turn me round; turn me round, round, round….

 

I pray, each night and day, I pray,

That one day my faith and strength will force the slave away

So one day and soon I’ll walk these streets so bold and free,

At last … to be, be…

Born Here

Born Here

Born here of a howling child

Born here when the blood went wild

Born of flesh and blood born in a spineless age

Born so half my time I spend in blinding rage

Born so old

Torn here from my very soul

Torn here right out of my control

Torn and tattered from without and from deep within

Torn and crazed I spend my days still amazed by sin

Torn and sold

All my life I spent working for a man whose face I never can see

All my nights I been staring at the moon, sweet dreams, sweet dreams

Severed eternally

Worn here to my very bones

Worn here, man I can’t even moan

Worn so down I’m like the dog on the lost highway

Worn so down I try to howl but I can only bray

Worn conned and rolled

Born here under redeeming  cross

Born here among the fear and loss,

Born to battle born to  die and born to rise each  day,

Born to rattle, born to roll  born not to fade away

Born to unfold

born still untold

O  hear me  now

Hidden Remnant

Hidden Remnant

Twenty, thirty, forty times a day I say

Hey!  What’s happening here?

Twenty, thirty times a day I say, Hey!

Just let me disappear

There’s so many hanging round making time and sounds

Secretly awaiting someone to say, “This here’s the way!”

There are so many shattered minds, beaten down and blind

Who would sooner follow sheep than to stray from their resumes.

Then there’s the few who will forge their lines

Through the darkness of night for the hope of some sunshine

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, Take me home,

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, and come and take me home

Twenty, thirty, forty times a day I say

Hey!  Can this be my fate?

Twenty, thirty times a day I say, Hey!

I fear it’s just too late.

There are so many things to learn, things one must discern

Or be led straight into chains by swine/ And die there entwined

There’s so many things unknown or things rarely shown

Or shown always but behind some strange screen

So rarely seen.

But for the few who peer past their eyes,

Who peer into the dark to see who’s dancing behind those lines

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, Take me home,

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, and come and take me home

There are so many words to know, words that burst and grow

Words that frighten or enlighten or define

Words so serpentine

Words like “I believe, believe.”

Words like “harmony” words like “Lord, Lord I’m free, free at last”

Words so great, so vast.

But there’s so few that dwell in our souls

That we live, that we breathe, that we don’t kill by control.

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, Take me home,

Hidden remnant in my eyes,

Rise, and come and take me home.

Words and  music by Patrick James Walsh

All rights reserved 2005