Peace
Peace I ask of thee, O river,
Peace, peace, peace.
When I learn to live serenely,
Cares will cease.
From the hill I gather courage,
Vision of the day to be,
Strength to lead and faith to follow,
All are given unto me.
Peace I ask of thee, O river,
Peace, peace, peace.
Piney Wood Hills
I'm a rambler and a rover, and I've wandered it seems,
Been searching all over, chasing after my dreams,
But a dream should come true, and a heart should be filled,
And a life should be lived, on the piney wood hill.
I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow,
I'll return to the hills and valleys below,
I'll return as a poor man, or a king if God wills,
But I'm on my way home to the piney wood hill.
I was raised on a song there, I've done right, I've done wrong there,
And it's true I belong there, and it's true it's my home.
From ocean to ocean, I've rambled and roamed,
But now I'll return to my piney wood home,
Maybe someday I'll find someone who will
Love as I love my piney wood hills.
Poor Man
Oh, it's a poor man who can't see the beauty
Of the sun and the wind and the rain,
Oh it's a sad man who can't love his neighbor
And always finds cause to complain.
So I thank the Lord that I'm not a poor man,
I'm not a sad man, no, not me,
I've got the field and the sky, and the wind and the rain,
And I never lack for good company.
The Prune Song
No matter how young a prune may be he's always getting wrinkles.
A baby prune's just like his dad, 'cept he ain't wrinkled half so bad.
Now you have wrinkles on your face, poor pruney has them everyplace.
No matter how young a prune may be he's always getting stew-ed.
We bow.
Little seed inside the pru--ne, is it night or is it no--on
What's in there, what-chu doin', Little seed inside the pru--ne?
We bow again.
