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I Still Do
03:52
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I Still Do Rachel Anne Goodman
Do I love to see your face, first thing in the morning?
Do I still get a thrill when you pull me close to you?
Do I still write you poems on the back of a napkin?
Yes, it’s true, my darling I still do
I still do, I still do
After all of these years, I’m still in love with you
If you ask me again one more time to marry you
You know the answer, I still do.
Couples fall apart, and break each other’s hearts
Give up on their love not me and you
Rather than retire every night we stoke the fire
Believe me little darlin’ I still do
I still do, I still do
After all of these years, I’m still in love with you
If you ask me again one more time to marry you
You know the answer, I still do.
Do I still have some stories that I haven’t told you?
Are there still a few mountains to climb before we’re through?
Do I still love your voice singing to me softly,
Believe me little darlin’ I still do
Repeat last two lines of chorus at end
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2. |
Slow Down Time
04:20
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We met when we were older love
We thanked our lucky stars above
For every day we woke up together
Time just seemed to race on past
Although we tried to make it last
We knew we did not have forever
If I could only slow down time
For every day that you were mine
If every hour of loving you
Became a lovely year or two
If minutes could turn in to days
I’d be wrapped up in your arms always
I’d love you till the end of time
If I could slow it down
Then came the day to say goodbye
I couldn’t help but ask god why
We get to love so much and part so quickly
I love you just as much you know
As I did the day you said hello
You smile will always go with me.
If I could only slow down time
For every day that you were mine
If every hour of loving you
Became a lovely year or two
If minutes could turn in to days
I’d be wrapped up in your arms always
I’d love you till the end of time
If I could slow it down
We rush around just wasting time
Until we reach the end of the line
What if we stretched out every minute?
Each person that we meet and love
Precious as the stars above
The world a better place ‘cause they’re in it.
If I could only slow down time
For every day that you were mine
If every hour of loving you
Became a lovely year or two
If minutes could turn in to days
I’d be wrapped up in your arms always
I’d love you till the end of time
If I could slow it down
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3. |
Waiting for the Rain
03:55
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4. |
California Morning
04:43
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Chorus:
On this California morning, I will rise before the day
Take the path down to the river, let it wash my blues away
With her sunrise emerald beauty as she glides along the way.
On this California morning I will rise before the day
On this California dawning I will walk a lonely mile
And pick some wild berries, just to make my sweetheart smile
If I had a thousand mornings, I would bring them all to you
But this California morning song’s the best that I can do
The path down to the river leads me like a silver thread
The dew upon the golden grass smells just like homemade bread
In the cooling of her waters I will rest my weary soul
Soak away this world of sorrow and let the day unfold
On this California morning, I will rise before the day
Take the path down to the river, let it wash my blues away
With her sunrise emerald beauty as she glides along the way.
On this California morning I will rise before the day
The river is an artery that feeds the world with life
A secret silent refuge in this noisy world of strife
The herons and the thrushes sing a song I understand
On this California morning hear the singing of the land
So here’s to quiet places where the wild things abide
May we revel in their beauty, down by the riverside
Let the wilderness sustain us, as we sustain in turn
As the river seeks the ocean, to our home we will return.
On this California morning, I will rise before the day
Take the path down to the river, let it wash my blues away
With her sunrise emerald beauty as she glides along the way.
On this California morning I will rise before the day
On this California morning I will rise before the day
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5. |
Elk River Blues
03:38
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I am an old man, my life is nearly gone,
Yet I remember, as sure as I sing this song
The old Elk river, and my home along its side
Where by its banks, each morning I would ride.
Each summer evening, the river called to me
Song of the bluebird, in the shade of the willow tree
Watch that green water, turn gold at close of day
Sometimes the elk and otters came to play.
That old Elk River, it keeps on winding along
That old Elk River, flows round the bend and gone
I would go with her, if I only had the time,
That old Elk River, you long lost friend of mine
Was in the spring, nineteen and thirty four
A man came by, talking ‘bout the Army Corps
We signed that contract, to move to higher ground
They dammed Elk River, and all our homes were drowned.
My great grandfather, first came into this land
With plough and fiddle, he built a life by hand
Now this old fiddle, is all I’ve got to lose
And a lonesome tune, I call Elk River Blues
That old Elk River, it keeps on winding along
That old Elk River, flows round the bend and gone
I would go with her, if I only had the time,
That old Elk River, you long lost friend of mine
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Where Did the Animals go? Rachel Anne Goodman
Where did the condors go? Flown flown away
To the Zoo or Mexico Flown flown away
Fly so high, never come down, never come down again
Fly so far always be home wherever you find a friend
Where did the lions go? Run run away
Storybooks of long ago Run run away
Run so far, never be caught, never be shot again
Run so far - always be home wherever you find a friend
Where did the elephants go? Sold sold away
Ivory keys on a piano Sold, sold away
Sold so far, never wind up playing those blues again
Run so far, always be home wherever you find a friend
Where did the polar bears go? Float, float away,
Gone with the ice and snow Float, float away
Float so far, up where its cold, never be sold again
Float so far, always be home, wherever you find a friend.
Where did the tuna go? Swim swim away
Ahi rolls and a casserole Swim swim away
Swim so far,never be caught, never be bought again
Swim so far, always be home wherever you find a friend
Where did the humans go? Walk walk away
Cried the raven, I don’t know! Walk walk away
Walk so far back to the land ,back to the earth again
Walk so far, always be home wherever you find a friend
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7. |
Corner of My Eye
04:27
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Staring out the window at the close of the day
Crimson leaves are falling from the trees down the way
Birds are winging southward, into the evening blue
From the corner of my eye, I see you.
Every so often, like a trick of the light
Or face in the crowd, or a song in the night
Every so often, you come back into view
Out of the corner of my eye, I see you.
From the corner of my eye I think I see you
Just like a bolt out of the clear blue sky
But it’s just a reflection in the window
A shadow of a raven passing by.
Every so often time plays tricks on my mind
I’ll set the table with two plates, only to find
Some old habits never die, but maybe it’s time (maybe it’s time)
To let those tears fall down, from the corner of my eyes.
The sound of crunching gravel in the still of the dawn
In a blink of an eye I forget that you are gone.
This house still holds our life story, like the memory of an old song.
Today I’ll sing it in your name, and then I’ll move on.
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8. |
Alta Vista
03:21
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Alta Vista Rachel Anne Goodman
The trail to Alta Vista is a mighty sweaty battle
In summer when the horseflies buzz around your saddle
Sagebrush and lupine cast their scent into the breeze
That is where my mother spent her fifties
Alta Vista was a homestead cabin build of redwood logs
High above the Big Sur coastline and the ocean fog
A manual typewriter on a table by a tree
Was all my mother needed to be free
She wrote about her meetings with the coyotes and raccoon
Staring down a wildcat on a lonely afternoon
Chopping wood for cooking and to keep away the cold
To keep away the loneliness of growing old
The call of home and family finally drove her down the trail
Back to modern living and all of its travails
But always she’d remember the refuge of that place
A peace of mind that time could not erase
All that’s left of Alta Vista and my mother are some ashes
And some photos of the coastline where the blue Pacific crashes.
If spirits have a resting place, that is where she lies
Where the condor and the eagle take the skies.
In my dreams I can still see her beneath her favorite oak tree
Savoring the sunset as evening’s coming on
Crickets and coyotes join into the chorus
Blending with the quiet sound of Alta Vista’s song
Crickets and coyotes join into the chorus
Blending with the quiet sound of Alta Vista’s song
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9. |
Tell the Truth
03:43
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Tell the Truth
Tired of living this charade
Caught - in a web of lies I made
Want to come clean
But I can’t find a way
To say what I need to say
I just want to tell the truth
Got nothing left to lose
Tired of feeling tired and blue
I just want to tell the truth
All bound up with invisible chains
The things I do, I can’t explain
If you really knew me
Would you love me anyway?
Am I brave enough to risk it all today?
I just want to tell the truth
Got nothing left to lose
Tired of feeling tired and blue
I just want to tell the truth
I just want to tell the truth
Got nothing left to lose
Tired of feeling tired and blue
I just want to tell the truth
I want to be free
Free from all the lies
Who will you see
If I drop my disguise.
I just want to tell the truth
Got nothing left to lose
Tired of feeling tired and blue
I just want to tell the truth
I just want to tell the truth
Got nothing left to lose
Tired of feeling tired and blue
I just want to tell the truth
Tired of living this charade.
Copyright © 2018 Jay Pinto and Rachel Anne Goodman. All Rights Reserved.
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Rachel Anne Goodman Santa Cruz, California
Rachel Anne Goodman was bit by the folk music bug growing up in Canyon, California surrounded by the burgeoning music scene of the SF Bay Area. Her songs draw from a life steeped in traditional country, old-time, folk and bluegrass music. She writes about home, nature and love, with a down-home, front-porch sensibility inspired by writers like Kate Wolf, Nanci Griffith, and Hazel Dickens. ... more
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