Little Window
Little window
Little window open wide
Little window
Open on a clear blue sky
And let that sky be sweet
To cross an age to you
And take your comfort there, Dear
Baby’s sleeping
Her sister’s sleeping by her side
Mama’s sleeping
And Daddy sings a lullaby
And let that song be sweet
To cross an age for you
And take your comfort there, Dear
Kitty’s waiting
Waiting for that morning sky
Kitty’s waiting
Morning comes and Kitty cries
And let those tears be sweet
To cross an age for you
And take your comfort there, Dear
Tiny fingers
Tiny fingers on a tiny hand
Tiny fingers
Reaching out to find a friend
That such a tiny hand
Should cross an age to me
And hold out such a sky
So clear and blue
And full of hope
So full of hope
So full of hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Calvary
One night as I lay sleeping
I could hear children singing a song
When I woke up I was weeping
And I knew that something was terribly wrong
Who are all those children
And what do they want with me?
What’s that song they’re singing?
Something about Calvary
Calvary, up on Calvary
Jesus said, “Don’t weep for me
No, don’t weep for me
Weep for your children instead.”
Who are all of those children anyway?
They ought to be home in bed
What happened to your Mama?
Where has your Daddy gone?
What happened to your big sister?
And why are you singing that dreadful song?
Take up your cross and follow
Wake up from your sleep
Wake up, wake up in sorrow
Wake up, wake up and weep
Take up your cross and follow
Won’t you follow me?
Wake up, wake up in sorrow
Wake up on Calvary
The Price of a Sparrow
You can buy me for the price of a sparrow
And if you tell me I’m pretty I won’t fly
Buy me for the price of a sparrow
But you have to promise to lie
What does a hooker know about loving?
And what does my Daddy know about me?
There’s something wrong and I’m wondering
What could it possibly be?
I thought I was so happy
And I think it’s such a shame
I thought I was so happy that day
That day you forgot my name
Let my song be your song
Let my song be your song
Let my song be your song
Like gentle rain on a grateful tree
Spill out my lost soul on me
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting like a star waits
Hiding in a sunny morn
Waiting like a song I’ve never sung
Always hiding
On a child’s tongue
Winter
Hiding in a rosebud
Springtime
Waiting in the cold
Flowers
Growing where I never go
Always blooming
Roses in the snow
Starlight
Hiding in a morning
Lifetimes
Hiding in a day
Teardrops
Hiding in a watchful eye
So beloved
Never knowing why
Waiting
The Moon And The Morning Star
Who would have thought
That evening would be first
To ride love’s back and say
I got here first
Before the dawn
And long before the day
So love could float
Her rosy little boat
And the moon and the morning star
Could be such good friends
My love and I
We need your love
Like children craving laughter
So love could float
Her rosy little boat
And the moon and the morning star
Could be such good friends
And sorrow’s child
Looked up and smiled
And the moon and the morning star
Made such good friends
I’ll ask the evening
Where our hearts have gone
Do they sleep like sad old men?
Or do they hide like stars in the day?
Do they wait like trees for rain
So love could float
Her rosy little boat
And the moon and the morning star
Could make such good friends
My love and I
We need your love
Like children craving laughter
So love could float
Her rosy little boat
And the moon and the morning star
Could make such good friends
And sorrow’s child
Looked up and smiled
And the moon and the morning star
Made such good friends
When I Get Home
Playing in the bricks and the foundry dust
I lost track of time
I’m gonna get it when I get home
He’s gonna kill me when I get home
That love should turn to bitterness
All so naturally
Poison from my pretty song
Turned to ruin me
I’m gonna get when I get home
He’s gonna kill me when I get home
I know you must have held me once
I saw a photograph
Safe and happy in your arms
A smiling god of wrath
I’m gonna get it when I get home
He’s gonna kill me when I get home
One sunny judgment day
I lost track of time
Playing in the bricks and the foundry dust
I lost track of time
I’m gonna get it when I get home
He’s gonna kill me when I get home
Like Morning All Day Long
You made the day so broad
To hide an age behind me
Like a star
Hide me in your day
Like a star
Hide me in your day
And though it bring my ending
Let wisdom sing love’s song
With a heart that breaks like morning
That breaks like morning all day long
And though it bring my ending
I still want to sing that song
With a heart that breaks like morning
That breaks like morning all day long
Half A Chance
From withered grass
And broken branches
You made my heart a robin’s nest
How many mornings would I wait
If there were even half a chance
That one might find you in my arms
I’d smile a sky from East to West
I’d smile a sky from East to West
Should I have wondered
Who would warm me
When winter comes and robins fly
How many winters would I wait
If there were even half a chance
That April find you in my arms
I’d smile a sky from East to West
I’d smile a sky from East to West
How many seas I’d set to rolling
If one might find you by my shore
To cool you with my weakest wave
If there were even half a chance
That you might find some comfort there
I’d smile a sky from East to West
I’d smile a sky from East to West
If running free were mine to give you
How many meadows would you run
How many treetops in the wind
Would rustle every leaf with hope
If I could hear you laughing there
I’d smile a sky from East to West
I’d smile a sky from East to West
April Day
Look at me
I’m an April day
Kiss me
I’m a month of them
Hold me
I’m a year of May
Look at me
Twenty fingers weave my clothes
Knit from kisses first and fresh
Look at me I’ve got twenty toes
Look at me I’m an April day
I know what let’s do!
I shall be the moon
And you can be the man on me
Sweeping up such tides of love
That rivers backwards rush
And seas will swirl
From wishing they were us
Perched upon a prickly branch
Look at me I’m a wee fat wren
Ecoute moi! I’ll sing in French
Aujourd’hui
Aujourd’hui
Aujourd’hui
Look at me
I’m pretty again
Look at me I’m an April day
Take me where first kisses go
Let me lie wherever they fall
Like apple blossoms mocking snow
I shall mock the spring and say
Look at me
I’m pretty again
Look at me I’m an April day
I know what let’s do!
I shall be the moon
And you can be the morning sun
Come to see what so much love has done
Cover me with a cloudless sky
Look at me I’m a waning ruin
A kiss
To kiss the night good-bye
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
I’m an April day
Morning Fire
I am a house
Where dawn comes cold
And you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire
Awake north wind
And come ye south
From cold horizons
Rise and run
Awake north wind
And come ye south
As march to find
An early spring
Where we await ourselves
I know we’ll touch
And I’ll find you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire
I am a house
Where dawn comes cold
And you, my love
My morning fire
And you, my love
You are my morning fire
The Robin’s Tiny Throat
I woke up one morning heard
a robin’s song.
I asked that robin “Why do you sing?”
“It was a voice whose rhymes are worlds
That made my song for me
How could I not sing?”
I woke up one morning heard
a robin’s song
I asked that robin “Who made your throat?”
“That same hand that flies
a million dawns
Made my tiny throat and wrote my songs
How could I not sing?”
I built an arbor and I asked the vine
“How come you grow so tall?”
“If I can make it above the wall
That same hand that holds out
hope for all
Will gild me in the morning sky
And though I cannot sing
That hand a gentle wind will bring
And make a rustling lullaby
For milky sleeping babes
How could I not grow?”
I woke up one morning and
I asked the sky
“How can you bear such emptiness?”
“For that bright eye that looks
out and smiles
And makes my night her day
What would I not bear?”
I woke up one morning and I heard her voice
She called me by my name
“What would I not give to be called her child?
What would I not give to be called her friend?”
I’m gonna wake up one morning
I’m gonna see her face
Smiling down on me
That robin’s song and that morning sky
Are all the hope I need
I don’t know how and I don’t know why
But I’m gonna wake up one morning
And I’ll see her face
Smiling Down on me
I’m gonna wake up one morning
I’m gonna wake up one morning
I’m gonna wake up one morning
A Weakness For Roses
Rocking in a grassy cradle
I want to wake up in your heart
Lift me up and call me sunshine
Take me where the roses grow
I want to be the song you sung me
How many years ago
Show me on my fingers
I really want to know
Show me on my fingers
Show me where the roses grow
Sitting at your starry table
I was a helpless gaping babe
Roses, roses
I’ve got a weakness for roses
What About My Father? (A Lullaby)
What about my father?
He’s gone so far away
What song can reach him?
What song can reach him I can’t say
He’s like a little child
Just like a little child, sleeping where he lay
Shouldn’t he have a morning?
Shouldn’t he have a day?
I remember that morning
It was such a sunny day
You sang and you smiled
I tried to sing along
Back then I was the child
And you gave me my first song
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray
Shouldn’t you have a morning?
Shouldn’t you have a day?
What was it that I knew then
That I let myself forget?
Wasn’t my sunrise you then
And isn’t this my sunset?
Shouldn’t you have a morning?
Shouldn’t you have a dawn?
Shouldn’t you have a sunrise?
Shouldn’t you have a song?
You can forget me
But forget your sorrow too
How can my heart let me
Let me let go of you
How can I let the dead bury you?
How can I stand apart?
How can I watch as that hopeful child
Loses the hope of his heart?
Your hands lie so harmlessly
On a forgiven breast
You became like a child to me
Innocent and blest
Now isn’t there a heart that’s all knowing?
And I know what that heart would do
Wouldn’t it tremble, tremble and break
Break like a morning for you?
What about my father?
He’s gone so far away
What song can reach you?
What song can reach you where you lay?
Shouldn’t you have a morning?
Shouldn’t you have a morning?
Shouldn’t you have a morning?
Shouldn’t you have a day?
So Bad
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save us now that God’s gone mad?
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save me from the witch
That lives across the way?
She lives across the way
No one will believe a word I say
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save me from the man
That wheels the grinding stone?
He wheels the grinding stone
Watching as the witches burn my bones
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
From my brow she brushed my hair
Like grass from tiny grave
Like grass from tiny grave
How I thought that fretful hand could save!
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Look What The Wind Blew In
When they see me coming all my friends will say
Look what the wind blew in, hey
Look what the wind blew in
And I won’t show up empty handed, no
I’ve got a tight little fist of gold
I’ve got a tight little gist of gold
Where I leave off and you begin
I don’t want to know
No, I don’t want to know
Darling, I don’t want to know
Like the breath to a heart all-welcoming
To a heart all welcoming I’ll go
And when they see me coming
All my friends will say
Look what the wind blew in, hey
Look what the wind blew in
My Heart’s Come Home
My heart’s come home to me
That robin from a world away
Has come like first warm rain
My heart’s come home to me
To mingle like a robin’s song with night
And make night seem as good as day
My heart’s come home to me
That robin from a world away
Has come like first warm rain
My hearts come home to me
To make men seem as good as gods
That God himself look down and say
My heart’s come home to me
That robin from a world away
Has come like first warm rain
My heart’s come home to me
Oh yes, I remember now
Those ancient lovers I and Thou
Have come like first warm rain
My heart’s come home
My heart’s come home
My heart’s come home to me
Small Wonder
Who can befriend that morning star
That morning star
Didn’t he come to mock the dead?
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
Who can forgive a God that dies
A God that dies?
Vanishing into bitter day
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
Didn’t they run like racing boys
Like racing boys?
While I stumble over me
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
I hid my aces in a widow’s lap
In a widow’s lap
And tried to win them back again
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
Only the living love that star
That morning star
How can they live who love the dead?
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
Morning star
Look down on me
Look down on me
And take me where my love has gone
Small wonder my heart fled so far
Who can befriend that morning star?
My Love Has Made A Fool Of Me
My love has made a fool of me
Unwise enough to know
That roses on a thistle grow
And I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That every other rose will blush and say
Ah love
What foolery
My love has made a fool of me
My love has mad a moon of me
A rising smile of light
So sickle sharp and starry bright
That I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That every cloud above will blush and say
Ah love
What lunacy
My love has made a moon me
My love has made a song of me
To know by heart and sing
And ride on his remembering
That I shall climb for kisses every day
In such a shameless rush
That when he sings my love will blush and say
Ah love
How comforting
My love has made a song of me
My love has made a stone of me
That wants to be a star
What faith could take a stone so far
And pierce the clouds that mock my day
With nature’s one straight line
That shaft of light that loves to shine
Your love
How comforting
That love
That foolish little moon
That starry little stone
The comfort of my heart
Come home
Three Women
My love is a soldier
Beating me like a drum
My love is a soldier
Beating me like a drum
Making me sing
La la la
Loo loo loo
La la la
I am a woman made for love
Made for love
Made for love
My love is a baby
Crying all night long
My love is a baby
Crying all night long
Making me sing
La la la
Loo loo loo
La la la
I am a woman made for love
Made for love
Made for love
I’m making a cradle
Out of broken arms
I’m making a cradle
Out of broken arms
Out of arms that sing
La la la
Loo loo loo
La la la
I am a woman made for love
Made for love
Made for love
Three men
I went to see my mother
And I got lost
Now it’s so hard to get home
It’s so hard to get home
I went to see my lover
My sweetheart’s smile
Why’s it so hard to get home
It’s so hard to get home
I heard your children singing
In a western sky
Let them call that sky their own
Let them call that sky their own
Lyrics Baby Dee album The Robin’s Tiny Throat
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