Traditional plus additional (last) verse written by Shannon Heaton

I am but a poor girl; my misfortunes seem sad.
Many months IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ve been courting a young sailor lad.
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ve courted him truly both noon, night and day.
Now my young sailor has gone far away.

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If I were a blackbird, IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d whistle and sing.
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d follow the vessel my true love sails in.
While in the top rigging, I would there build my nest.
And lie all night long on his lily-white breast.

My loveÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s tall and handsome with every degree.
His parents despise him because he loves me.
Oh, let them despise him and say what they will
While IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ve breath in my body, IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ll love my man still.

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If I were a scholar and took up my pen
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d write a long letter to my true love IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d send.
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d tell my misfortunes, my sad grief and woe.
If IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d wings like a dove, to my true love IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d go.

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If I were a painter, IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d see my loveÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s face
On a canvas in colors, warmed by the sunÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s rays.
His features so pleasing, his eyes full of love,
Like an eagle IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d soar in the blue skies above.

Words and Music by Matt Heaton c. 2006

John wakes up before the sun on the 17th of May
His eyes go wide when he sees that brand new Schwinn Stingray
Now he skids through puddles, flies off curbs, his first real taste of freedom
When his dad put on those training wheels, John said he didn't need 'em

CHORUS:
In his mind he's Eddie Merckx and in his mind he's Lance
He can hear Phil Liggett say, See how those pedals dance
He still rides a straight line, like his daddy showed
Every time the wheels go 'round, he's a giant of the road

15 too young to drive a car, but not too young to date
Loves the quiet of the night when he comes home late
Out of school in his first job, his income on two wheels
Staring down that yellow line, he grins at how it feels

Now JohnÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s got a proper job, the contract signed in ink
He rides to work 12 miles each way, and showers in the sink
JohnÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s daughter has a tricycle, three wheels of her own
She feels the wind rush through her hair when she races Daddy home.

Words and Music by Matt & Shannon Heaton c. 2006

DeliaÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s laugh splashed over me, Outside Valentine
With radiance pure and warmer than the high Nebraska sun
When day was done she came to me, And took my hand in hers
My heart leapt oÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡er the waves of grain, Into the night we flew

CHORUS:
Golden fields the breeze blows warm, Sweet blessed summer day
And her face smiles all around  In the clear blue sky
The deepest sea of sun-warm wheat, Sweet blessed summer day.
Her sparkling eyes an island rare. Heavenly harvest time

Her voice is fresh as honeydew
A welcome summer rain
Like waves her dark hair frames the night
And pulls me like the tide
On her front porch we sailed away
The crickets sang til dawn
In this morning field I need no rest
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ll live on love alone

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ThereÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s work to do before dayÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s end
By noon the rays beat strong
Still all I feel is DeliaÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡s touch
Her laughter and her smile
My heart years for her sweet caress
As shadows soak the ground
As the night air sways the stalks so high
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ll return to her again

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Words: traditional, adapted by Shannon Heaton
Music by Shannon Heaton

As I walked out one day one day
The lark did sing and the lambs did play
As I walked out one day one day
The lark did sing and the lambs did play
Amid the brambles and the thorns
A man appeared that April morn

CHORUS
He said You fair maid must come with me
You fair maid must come with me
You fair maid must come with me
Your time has come and you must away

I asked him from which land he came
I asked him if heÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡d been here long
I asked him from which land he came
Or what strange place he did come from
He gazed at me, eyes chilly gray
His clothing made of earthen clay

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I am a lady of renown
I am a lass of high degree
I am a lady of renown
IÔø‡Ôø‡Ôø‡ll take my leave from your company
He said I am Death, cannot you see
Rich and poor bow down to me

Please spare my life a little while
Please let my poor life carry on
Please spare my life a little while
To make amends, To right my wrongs
Oh no said he, your day is here
And you must come with me, my dear

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