Bad Timing
In my song you'll live again
And the phrases that I rhyme
Are just the footsteps out of time
From the time when I knew you
Reuben James
Reuben James, all the folks around Madison County
Cussed your name
You're just a no-account, sharecropping colored man
Who'd steal anything he can
And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
CHORUS:
Reuben James, for you still walk the furrowed fields of my mind
Faded shirt, your weathered brow
Your caloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Flora Gre
The Sound Of Music
My day in the hills
Has come to an end, I know
A star has come out
To tell me it's time to go
So I look and I wait and I listen
For the voices that urge me to stay
Yes I look and I wait and I listen
For one more sound
One more thing that the hills might say...
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like the chime that flies from a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook as it trips and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to prey
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more.