Nature boy

Nature boy

Nat King Cole
“The Greatest Of Nat King Cole” 
 

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he came my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me

“The greatest thing
You’ll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved in return”

fields of gold

fields-of-golds

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

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praying

now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

the angels watch me through the night

until I wake in morning light

Amen

Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens

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One night farmer Brown,
Was takin’ the air,
Locked up the barnyard
With the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse
Somethin’ stirred
When he shouted “Who’s there?”
This is what he heard:

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
There ain’t nobody here at all
So calm yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain’t nobody here but us
We chickens tryin’ to sleep,
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
With your chin

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
There ain’t nobody here at all
You’re stompin’ around
And shakin’ the ground,
You’re kickin’ up an awful dust
We chicken’s tryin’ to sleep
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
It’s a sin

Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin’
Gettin’ chicks to hatch

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
There ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble off and
Hit the hay

Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin’
Gettin’ chicks to hatch

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens
There ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble of and
Hit the hay

“Hey boss man
What do ya say?”

It’s easy pickens,
Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

Nityam’ Shudam

Nityam’ Shudam Nira’bha’sam’
Nira’ka’ra’m’ Nirarainjanam
Nitya Bodham’ Cid a’nandam
Gurur Brahma Nama’myaham

Eternal pure indescribable
Formless unblemished
Eternally knowing blissful consciousness
Brahma the supreme guru I pay my salutations

Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are

Gordon Matthew Sumner
taken from album: Nothing like the Sun

green, green grass of home

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The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Down the road I look,  and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there’s that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
To the cold grey walls that surround me
And then I realize, I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm and arm we walk at daybreak
Again, I’ll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they’ll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home