Lyrics

Lyrics from the new CD have been posted! All lyrics ©W. Hunter.

Blue Streak  PDF
Long Road Back  PDF
Nicky's Train  PDF
Take My Hand  PDF
Tired of Missing You  PDF
For Tori
Gone
Lullaby
My Drum
My Mother's Lullaby
One More Song
She is Our Daughter
So Far to Go
Still Survivin'


Blue Streak

G capo 4 (B)

 

G                                   Bm

I’m riding a blue streak tonight

Em                 Bm

Thinking about you and I

C                                Am7

Walking away from another conversation

C                                   Am7
Feeling the weight of the words so badly chosen
C                                                 D

And always as I’m leaving what I find

Em

Midnight skies streaked with blue

Bm

Lonely souls streaked with blue

C

Don’t you know that we’re both wrong

Am7

When we’re both right

C

And here am I

D                                 G

Riding a blue streak tonight

I’m riding a blue streak tonight

How come when you say black

I just have to say white

And we throw the words like weapons at each other

Till we get to a place where we have to run for cover

And under cover of the silence in my mind

Are midnight skies streaked with blue

Lonely souls streaked with blue

Don’t you know that we’re both wrong

When we’re both right

And here am I

On a slow moving blue streak tonight

 

Bridge

           C                          D

But a blue streak’s not so bad

              Em

Gives me time to stop and think about

C D

All the years we’ve had together

Em

And one more time we’ll work it out

C D

So in the meantime, I’ll just stay

In Midnight skies streaked with blue

Lonely souls streaked with blue

we both know that we’re both wrong

When we’re both right

And here am I riding a blue streak

Tonight on a slow moving blue streak

just fine riding a blue streak tonight


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The Long Road Back

D G D G D G Em A

D

I'm walking down this long road

Em                                 D

This long road back to you

        C                           G

My feet are blistered in my shoes

         C                       G

My heart so weary with the task

Em                           D

Of walking back to you

Yours was such a short road

you travelled with such grace

Though the road was rough and rutted

You walked upright and strong, as I try to do

On this long road back to you

You taught me, when we shared the road

Of love and hope and courage

Perhaps you knew I'd need those things

As I slowly take the million steps

On this long road back to you

G                                                     D

And your smile will light your sister’s eyes

G                                               D

Your voice ring in your brother’s laughter

G                                               D

Forever young in our hearts and minds

                  A

You’ll be there

D G D G D G Em A

D G D G D G Em A

So I continue on this long road

this long road back to you

Sometimes, when the road is darkest

When I stumble, and I can't go on

You’ll put your little hand in mine

We’ll walk together, for a while

On this long road, oh this long road, back to you.


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Nicky’s Train

Am

Hannah standing on the platform

D                             Am

Mama’s hand keeping hers warm

D                   Am

Waiting for a train to take her

E

far, far away

Am

Mama says there is a family

D                              Am

With a house beside a great sea

D                                              Am

Who want to keep her safe from harm

                                 E       Am

Until there comes a brighter day

Mama says

E                    Am

Oh my darling goodbye

E                           Am

Oh my darling don’t cry

C                            E

We’ll be together again

Am

But today you ride Nicky’s train

Joseph waiting in the bathroom

As station master says they must do

But papa says there’ll be adventure

when they step onto the train

"Be polite and help your brother

Hold on tight to one another

I’ll be waiting with your mother here

‘til you come back home again"


Papa says

Oh my son goodbye

Be brave my son and don’t cry

We’ll be together again

But today you ride Nicky’s train

Dm

1939

Am

Nazis marking time

E                               Am

Czech refugees in the rain

Dm

A man named Winton cared

Am

that children’s lives be spared

E

600 rode on that train

Years later take the train home

To a country that they won’t know

But no-one’s waiting at the station

When they step down from the train

All they find are names on public walls

And of some there are no trace at all

But millions died before the Reich would fall

and the sun would shine again

But they remember Mama said

Oh my darling goodbye

Oh my darling don’t cry

We’ll be together again

But today you ride Nicky’s train

Oh my darling goodbye

Oh my darling don’t cry

I’ll save your life if I can

And today you ride Nicky’s train

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Take My Hand

G Capo 2

 

G                            D

Don’t talk to me of war

                 C                        G

for your words will turn to action

                   C               G

and talk of truth and justice

               C                     D

changes into bombs and guns

C

and the cost of lives so taken

              G                   Em

is more bodies in their wake

                 C                      Am

and more mothers grieving children

C                           D    G

that their leaders did forsake

Don’t talk to me of hate

for hate moves through generations

breeding fear and ignorance

that blinds imagination

and the cost of hate is freedom

paid with our children’s lives

and with freedom we can dry the tears

a million mothers cry

Chorus
D            G        D
Please take my hand
C                   G
and the hand of the one beside you
C                 G
and we will weave a ribbon of hope
C                 D
that will reach around the world
C
that the life of one more mother’s child
G             Em
not be taken in God’s name
C         D
in the name of love
G
please take my hand

Don’t talk to me of God

if your God would be a weapon

and in his name you justify

the armies that you strengthen

for the cost of God so worshipped

is more souls lost in the night

and in truly seeking spirit

we can change the dark to light

Chorus twice

repeat last line at end

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Tired of Missing You

A capo 3 – which would make it C

(chord progression through the verses is hard to describe – I don’t know their names :o( - All of lines in the verse go: A – Am up 3 – Am up 5 – back to Am up 3 – back to A)

I heard you calling me as I walked home tonight

Were you wondering what I’d do?

But your voice faded with the waning of the light

And I was left with missing you

I do okay and on the outside I look fine

Although some days seem black & blue

but when I’m looking at the way I feel inside

I find that I’m just tired of missing you

Chorus:

E                           D                      A                  A7

There’s times when I can hear your step upon my floor

E                     D                              A           A7

And hear your voice when evening’s through

E                    D                      A             A7

I’d give the world to see your face at my door

          D                     E                    A

As a cure for all this tired of missing you

I don’t hide out in your pillow anymore

And most nights now, I sleep right through

But every morning is just like the one before

And I awake still tired of missing you

Chorus

Your candle burns tonight, light flickers in the dark

Gold is fading into blue

And when it goes out in the morning gray and stark

I’ll still be here, still tired of missing you

Chorus

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For Tori

Inspired by Rodney Stafford’s ride to the Rocky Mountains to plant a flag in Tori’s memory, and raise money for Child Find

Played in DADGAD tuning

I stand before you, a humble man
you seem to want the truth I tell
I take this journey to celebrate the life
the little girl I loved so well

so feet on pedals
and rubber on the road
on the highway pushing west
you’ll find me
I’ll ride till I find
a way to keep her close
and leave all the demons behind me

I stand before you a guilty man
I know I am to blame
a father’s charge, to keep his daughter safe
and I have failed, it is my shame

so feet on pedals
and rubber on the road
on the highway pushing west
you’ll find me
I’ll ride till I find
a way to keep her close
and leave all the demons behind me

 

But if only

if only
if oh, oh, oh

I stand before you a weary man
my sleep is broken by her death
but I’ll keep moving toward her memory
a path I’ll take till my last breath

 

so feet on pedals
and rubber on the road
on the highway pushing west
you’ll find me
I’ll ride till I find
a way to keep her close
and leave all the demons behind me
I’ll ride till I find
a way to keep her close
and leave all the demons behind me

But if only

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Gone


For Heather Ann and those who loved her

Cmaj7  Fmaj7 3 times

G                                    F
Ten in the morning, Wake up sleepy head
C                                  G
Saturday’s waiting get out of that bed
Am
Turn down the covers
Dm7
Turn on the light
F
You’ve been taken
G
Somewhere in the night

Chorus
Cmaj7                                       Fmaj7
Why does a heart stop beating
Cmaj7                                   Fmaj7
Why does mine carry on
Bb                                Am
When it’s broken so badly it never will mend
Cmaj7
You’re gone

Four in the morning
Lights turned down low
No-one to talk to
And nowhere to go
Pull up the covers
Put out the light
Let me be taken
Into the night

Chorus

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This one’s for Mac, who embellished the recording with some amazing bass.  The main instrument is a Banjo Lute, built by my husband Hugh.

 

Sleep
Let your cares slip away
at the end of the day
peace is waiting for you

Dream
and the world will be yours
Dreams will open the doors
for whatever you do

Know your heart
free your mind
share the joy
you will find

Love
teach your heart to be true
for the dreams you pursue
Love will show you the way

...

know your heart
free your mind
share the joy
you will find

Sleep
let your cares slip away
at the end of the day
peace is waiting for you
peace is waiting for you

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My Drum


After I first learned to play the bodhran, I was determined to write a song that I could play it to.  Driving home from the day job one evening (late, dark, rainy) this came to me all in a rush – and thank goodness it stayed in my brain.  I love it when a song comes like that!

 

I will beat my drum
through the place that my heart comes from
not in war or confrontation
but with calm determination
I will beat my drum

I will lift my eyes
to the space between ground and sky
to see joy and to see sorrow
and the promise of tomorrow
I will lift my eyes

I will raise my voice
to ensure that my children have choice
not with shouting nor with whispers
I’ll call brothers I’ll call sisters
I will raise my voice

I will beat my drum
through the place that my heart comes from
not in war or confrontation
but with calm determination
I will beat my drum

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My Mother’s Lullaby


For Cassie and my mother, two of the most beautiful, generous and inspiring women I know.
Oh, and thanks for the beautiful piano playing, James.

Warm hands
Cold nights
Heavy heads
Soft lights
Found hopes
Lost fights
Strong souls
Gentle sighs

Hush my darling, don’t cry
I’ll sing for you my mother’s lullaby

Fair hair
Bright eyes
Kind words
Lonely cries
Full hearts
Empty times
Busy days
Happy lives

Hush my darling, don’t cry
I’ll sing for you my mother’s lullaby

Hush my darling, don’t cry
I’ll sing for you my mother’s lullaby

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One More Song


Well, the CD was almost finished, and I was thrilled with how it was sounding, but somehow it needed something a little more – it just seemed a little too somber.
What better way to end things off than with a love song for Hugh?

One more song
One more song
One more song to write before this work is done
Before this day is through
And to show my heart is true
I write this song for you

One more day
One more day
One more workday till I hit the road with you
Till I am feeling free
It's my favourite place to be
On the road just you and me

One more dream
One more dream
We’ll build one more dream together me and you
Then we’ll dream another one
And when our dreaming days are done
You and I will touch the sun

One more song
One more song
One more song to sing before this singing’s done
Before this life is through
And to show my heart is true
I'll sing this song for you
And to show my heart is true
I'll sing this song for you

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She is Our Daughter


I seem bound to write protest songs.  The world treats its vulnerable so badly.  We all have a choice and a responsibility to try and change this.  These stories come straight from the news. 
The melody for this song was inspired by the first clawhammer banjo tune I wrote, Sunday Afternoon Tune

There is a girl from Haiti, not yet thirteen
When the earth moved and the walls fell
And she choked on dust and screams
A man reached down to rescue her
From the rubble she was freed
Then he took her body
and left her soul to bleed

She is our daughter
We must learn to cherish her

Medine is from Turkey, just turned sixteen
A victim of tradition
Of washing honour clean
Her only sin was friendship
And what a price she paid
Still breathing she was buried
Her father filled her grave

She is our daughter
We must learn to cherish her

Another girl we know her well, she lives just down the way
Let’s them use her body
For the money that they pay
Some will talk of choice
And she would not disagree
Her choice is survival
One day to be free

She is our daughter
We must learn to cherish her

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So Far to Go


A few summers ago it seemed like every time I turned on the radio I was hearing another story about violence against women.  Surely we can do better!  Take up the song, please.

Am                               Dm           Am
In South Africa four times a day
F       E                                 Am
Oh, let our voices sing low
Am                                           Dm                Am
A woman’s husband takes her life away
Dm    E                              Am
Oh, we have so far to go

Chorus
F                                            Am

Oh, let our voices sing low

            Dm      E                                  Am         
Oh, we have so far to go

An Afghani woman can abandon her veil
Oh, let our voices sing low
But the streets are not safe, so her
home’s still a jail
Oh, we have so far to go

Chorus

Out in Vancouver eighty women are lost
Oh, let our voices sing low
But we turn our heads, unaware of the
cost
Oh, we have so far to go

Chorus

 

Dm             E                        Am
Partners, mothers and daughters
Dm             E                        Am
Far away and close to home
F                                                Am
Still don’t taste freedoms laughter
Dm      E                      Am         
Oh, we have so far to go

So let’s join each other and take up the
song
Oh, let our voices sing low
Sisters and brothers, we’ll right the
wrongs
Oh, we have so far to go

Chorus x2

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Still Surviving


This song was inspired by my brother and sister-in-law, Tim and Jo.  If something can go wrong for those two, it will, and we’ve given the dubious distinction of being crowned the King and Queen of S**t happens!  In spite of it all, they somehow manage to keep smiling, and hold hands, and kiss each other goodnight.
The first two lines came from a list of first lines given to participants of a song-writing weekend led by James Gordon and Katherine Wheatley.  Good weekend – I came away with two songs.

C                                              G
No cream for the coffee, toothpaste is all gone
Am                                           F
Furnace had a meltdown, crabgrass took the lawn
C                                                          G
Our old car’s seen better days, we’re driving on the spare
Am                                           F
You and I will find a way, to take her everywhere

Chorus
G  F                                  C                                    Am
       And whoa, you’re still my hero, I’m still your girl
G  F                                  C                                    Am
       And whoa, we’re still surviving, this cold hard world
F                                C
       This cold hard world

Hairline’s moving further back, waistline’s getting thick
Shoulder’s got bursitis, knees are doing tricks
The daily grind’ll wear us down ‘til we can barely stand
You and I still share the road, we walk it hand in hand.

Chorus twice

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