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Good Morning
01:02
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good morning / softly the sun is waking / all of the stars are singing as they fade to day / as the kettle's making steam / I am grasping to my dream of you / and old eyes are made new /
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Doxologies
04:38
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in the long long night I was waiting on a storm / and I counted in my mind all the letters I had torn / and the rivers of my soul ran a-wild in me / and the song of my berth found me sleeping in a seed / in the dark in the dark in the left turn of your arm / the lights go out in time with the dawn rising / on the banks of the Tarn / hold close my wild heart / Doxologies will rise to the new day / are we still so afraid? awake those sleep-filled eyes! / a bird that sings at night stills the crowded restless mind / I could rest my eyes on the river all day / and I practice in my mind all the words I'd like to say / but time lifted me from a flowery dream / and like apples in the Fall it rotted at my feet / when the dark left this town I laid all my flowers down / but roses always know how to be remembered / what a sweet sweet surprise / there's the dawn in your eyes / they wake me with the sigh of an old tune /
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Garden Bed
04:18
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steppin' on the last train in the golden hour / water runnin' in my veins - how could I explain? go west go west young man / open up your mouth / chew and swallow words from the ground / make your own country now / make your own country now / I once was a child of God / then I lost myself / I thought I heard Him say - you are too afraid - and so poorly made / my brother wept and my sister fled and we ran to hide in a garden bed / in a garden bed / sometimes when I see the sun I fear that I may lose my sight / buried in the dirt and dust / I swear I'm not afraid of lions / Sunday on the porch warming up our baby skin / I can hear my brother in the yard / watermelon seeds drying on my little palm / always in my head there is a song /
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In the Wind
04:52
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I know you - small and pearly shell / I can hear you now singin' like a bell / you took off your ring and sold it for a song / gave up your own name in the name of freedom / and you run like a river / you run like the West / and this day's getting longer - won't you come home to rest? / golden years spent out on the road / a smile for your time / a nickel for your gold / it might seem unkind - it's all we really know / just business - not a crime - and we gotta bring somethin' home / so you worked with your hands / leather-hard and brown / and tried to make amends with this drunk and lonely town / you know in your heart the joy the morning brings / but too long is the night and forgotten is the ring / so you run like a river harder still in my chest / and I love you so dearly / I could not force you to rest / I heard the dawn awake - crawled out of my cave / I saw your frame appear on the distant cusp of day / and you ran like a river / held me close to your chest / no more lost little darlin' / now this heart of mine can rest /
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The River
03:37
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here I go down to the river wide and slow / carrying a song upon my breath / gonna give it to the one who knows my soul / and this I know - I've got a lot of things I hope / I'm gonna let them go today / gonna send them on down to the source / these are days of crooked roads / I will let you ease my load / seems like a long way / I can see the final resting place /
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Becca Leigh Marshall, North Carolina
Becca Leigh is a songwriter based in Charleston, South Carolina. Her songs emerge from a folk tradition, focusing on melody, imagery, and emotion.
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