(Dedicated to all the brave men and women
who are now or have ever served
in the Allied Forces.)
Vern Gosdin
(1934-2009)
Is it raining at your house like it's raining at mine
Do you miss me like I miss you, is it cloudy all the time
Do you tremble when the phone rings and you think I'm on the line
Is it raining at your house like it's raining at mine
Does it thunder and lightnin' even when the sun shines
Is it raining at your house like it's raining at mine
Is it raining at your place just like it is over here
If it is then sweetheart like me I know you're scared
I just called you to console you like any old friend would do
Is it raining at your house and by the way I still love you
Σ'ευχαριστώ, Vern Gosdin, για κάθε όμορφο τραγούδι!
Αναπαύσου εν ειρήνη...
See the nations
turn their swords into plowshares:
καὶ συγκόψουσι
τὰς μαχαίρας αὐτῶν εἰς ἄροτρα
(ΗΣΑΪΑΣ β΄4: o τελευταίος στίχος από το Heal the World)
HEAL THE WORLD
There's a place in your heart
And I know that it is love
And this place could be much
Brighter than tomorrow
And if you really try
You'll find there's no need to cry
In this place you'll feel
There's no hurt or sorrow
There are ways to get there
If you care enough for the living
Make a little space make a better place...
Heal the world make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me
If you want to know why there's a love that cannot lie
Love is strong it only cares for joyful giving
If we try we shall see in this bliss
We cannot feel fear or dread we stop existing and start living
Then it feels that always
Love's enough for us growing
So make a better world
Make a better world...
Heal the world make it a better place
For you and for me and the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make a better place for you and for me
And the dream we were conceived in
Will reveal a joyful face
And the world we once believed in
Will shine again in grace
Then why do we keep strangling life
Wound this earth crucify its soul
Though it's plain to see
This world is heavenly, be God's glow
We could fly so high let our spirits never die
In my heart I feel you are all my brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we'll cry happy tears
See the nations
turn their swords into plowshares
Round my Indiana homesteads wave the cornfields,
In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool.
Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood,
Where I first received my lessons, nature's school.
But one thing there is missing in the picture,
Without her face it seems so incomplete.
I long to see my mother in the doorway,
As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,
Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,
It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,
It was there I begged of her to be my bride.
Long years have passed since I strolled thro' there churchyard.
She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,
I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,
Still I'd give my future were she only here.
