1. goldenacre
2. light of the morning
3. somewhere weatherside
4. bring it to the heart
5. for the time being
6. familiar ground
7. casting nets
8. glass won’t bend
9. audrey I remember
10. lying back in the waving grass
11. at the far side of the sea
12. the tide
13. the lights below
14. sound asleep in the toolshed
15. turn and face the hills

goldenacre
there is a day approaching with much to reveal / like a wind turning over clouds that conceal / Jerusalem will shine like that lost and golden acre / Jerusalem will shine like the lost , golden acre // there is a sun rising that will never go down / when the heavens open and the trumpets will sound / when workers in the field will rest on goldenacre / when the tears will dry on that lost , golden acre

light of the morning
early in the morning , just before the sun arrives / the rock doves sit in perfect lines / awaiting the first light // come on out and meet me / get your feet out of the clay / there are secrets here that disappear / don’t sleep the day away // the starlings come like clockwork / to the honey locust tree // the rising sound of distant trains / you can hear but cannot see // the bright of dawn , comes flooding forth / we’ll take the day / whatever wanders by // come on out and meet here / beneath the promise of a cloudless sky / we’ll walk out to the empty street / and watch the sun arrive // the dark is rolling back now / the gentle dogs will come alive / we’ll sit down on the marble step / and see the day go by // the bright of dawn , comes flooding forth / we’ll take the day / whatever wanders by

somewhere weatherside
for scores of years we’ve passed the same way / adorning bales laid out to dry / the open land and turning season / somewhere weatherside // I see you at the kitchen table / illumined by the lantern light / the bending frame that walked the pasture / somewhere weatherside // like autumn fruit before the harvest / like sands before a rising tide / or startled laborers found sleeping / somewhere weatherside

bring it to the heart
bring me a pick , bring me a hammer / bring me an axe , sharpen the chisel/ bring me every tool in the drawer that you can find // bring me a torch , bring me a lantern / bring me a floodlight , a burning branch / bring me the brightest flame to burn it clean // it’s a long way back / and it seems twice as far / like a torrent rushing to the sources of the scar / listen for the murmuring and bring it to the source // bring me a pick , bring me a hammer / bring me an axe , sharpen the chisel / bring me every tool in the drawer that you can find // bring me a knife , bring me a scalpel // bring me a crowbar , bring me a shovel // make an incision , and go in deep // it’s a long way back / and it seems twice as far / like a torrent rushing to the sources of the scar / listen for the murmuring and bring it to the source // bring me a pick . . .

for the time being
underneath the lamp post / emerging from the park / passing through the gardens / just before the dark // through an open window / we heard the muffled strains / of hymns on the piano / with every note sustained / you put your hand on my face / then ran it through my hair / waiting for the light to change / frozen , held it there / and for the longest moment / in the gentle wind / in the softest whisper / asked me where I’d been // with planets , stars and asteroids / our struggles seem so small / and someday , we are reassured, they won’t be here at all // we understand the brevity / and calculate the time/ divided by an ocean / and what we’d leave behind // for we have found a taker / for all our borrowed ills / carried to the summit / in buckets that we filled / and just for the time being / we leave ourselves behind / and stare out at an ocean that doesn’t seem so wide

familiar ground
I‘ve fallen on the same stones again / fallen at the very same place again / this frequent carelessness is becoming harder to defend / seems I’m always tending to the bruises on my hands // I’ve fallen on these stones again / fallen at the very same place again / this frequent carelessness is becoming harder to defend / leaving me to wonder if these cuts will ever mend

casting nets
stepping from the train / halfway up the hill / the day came drifting back / when I had first arrived // I was starting out / and you were further in / and neither of us knew just where the rails would end // some days seemed eternal/ others burned too fast / it’s hard to turn the rudder / once the nets are cast // there among the towns / the workers and the mills / the daily weight of living made those struggles real / you had turned a corner / in your ascending hour / through the borderlands you headed with new flags to fly // some days seemed eternal / others burned too fast . . . // we knew the world was spinning/ and seemed to pick up speed / there were taxi meters running / other lands to see // there were stories to be written / there were new songs to be sung / there were miles across the moorlands / where the storms would come

glass won’t bend
be careful how you hold it dear one / tender in the glazer’s hand / over worn and left unguarded / protect it ‘til the very end // guard it like a soldier young one / more fragile as the days descend / conscious of the storms that gather/ don’t allow yourself to be misled // caution in how you see the surface / knowing there are cracks to mend / a voice is giving out a warning / wisdom whispers “glass won’t bend“ // and when gathering the pieces dear one / the broken shards beneath the sill / take them with your splintered fingers / and bury them beneath the hill

audrey I remember
audrey I remember you / by the window in the afternoon / with the pale light seeping through // and on your lap your folded hands / like knotted driftwood washed up on the sands / you poured the tea for me // you looked at me with shining eyes / like a mother who had realized / the grass was withering // audrey I remember you / lakeside on a golden afternoon / we watched the swans pass on by

lying back in the waving grass
(instrumental)

at the far side of the sea
we made plans to put to sea / in a craft of our own making / to Portugal or India / or where the tide would take us / a voyage of discovery / plans for exploration / star filled nights on foreign shores / a different course worth taking // one by one the sails were torn and gradually unraveled / you tossed the compass overboard / and secured all the hatches / skies grew dark and rains blew in / by then the crew had scattered / you continued on alone as if it didn’t matter // all the clouds converge / with every sinking hope / at the far side of the sea / all the clouds converge with every sinking hope / at the far side of the sea // cracks and leaks began to form / doubts were growing stronger / you tried to keep the craft afloat / for just a little longer / the frailty and suffering / like a chain around the ankle / dragging to the darkest depths / pulled down like an anchor / and every wave that came along / just pushed you further under / the struggle consumed everything / you never would recover / your warning flares lit up the sky / not a soul took notice / your chances for a rescue had suddenly turned hopeless // all the clouds converge . . . // a solemn call for help went out / largely undetected / and those who heard could not discern / and gradually rejected / you soaked the boat in kerosene / on the splintered deck sat down / a lit match dropped from a shaking hand / and fell without a sound // all the clouds converge / with every sinking hope / at the far side of the sea . . .

the tide
the tide goes out / the tides comes in / like leaves on the water we have fallen in / held in the current on a broken limb / we float too far away // the tide goes out / we drift all night / as lost as eden in the dimming light / clinging to the branches with our hands held tight / we float too far away

the lights below
(instrumental)

sound asleep in the toolshed
(instrumental)

turn and face the hills
(instrumental)

COPYRIGHT 2006 THE GATE INTERNATIONAL. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
ALL SONGS COPYRIGHT 2006 MONTAGNOLA MUSIC (BMI).
ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS WRITTEN BY MARK RENNER.
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