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Unreleased songs

unreleased songs

Here are a few songs that haven't been professionally recorded or released yet, just for fun.
  • 03:51 Story Lyrics Bluebird, You Missed Me

    The morning comes too fast. It streaks across the sky.

    It seems like I just got into bed.

    Like forty years have passed in the blinking of an eye--

    I'm left with only memories in my head.

     

    Bluebird, you missed me when you took your morning flight,

    but that's what you always seem to do.

    Spread your wings and lift me, and then I too can fly

    and sing sweet melodies with you.

     

    When I was a young man, all I had was time;

    tomorrow seemed like my best friend.

    But all our best laid plans are quickly undermined

    with life's mundane business to attend.

     

    Bluebird, you missed me when you took your morning flight,

    but that's what you always seem to do.

    Spread your wings and lift me, and then I too can fly

    and sing sweet melodies with you.

     

    But I'll take the morning sun and all it has to give.

    I'll show that bird - I'll show him what I'm made of.

    My life may be half done, but I still have more to live,

    more left to dream, more left to love.

     

    Bluebird, you missed me when you took your morning flight,

    but that's what you always seem to do.

    Spread your wings and lift me, and then I too can fly

    and sing sweet melodies with you.

  • 04:08 Story Lyrics Gracious Savior, Grant Your Blessing

    We do not have the author's permission to publish the lyrics, but you can find them at the author's blog. We can tell you they are great words for a Christian wedding. Have a listen!

  • 03:16 Story Lyrics The Best Gift

    The stockings are hung and the house is aglow

    with bright colored lights shining out on the snow.

    The cards have been written, the shopping is done,

    and our social commitments keep us on the run. 

     

    But have we forgotten what started all this?

    The priest-king who redeemed our lost lives with his...

    that the first precious gifts were presented to him

    who was born in a stable, dung-scented and dim.

     

    There was gold for the king that he was and would be,

    incense for worship-–a priest on his knees–-

    and myrrh for the death that he died in our place...

    Jesus gave the best gift of them all: that of grace.

     

    So how shall we answer this great gift of love,

    when all of our money could not be enough?

    He wants no great riches, no pious facade....

    Let's gift-wrap ourselves as a present to God.

     

    Put on kindness and patience as you worship the king,

    a humble, true spirit as sweet offering,

    and love without limit for his sacrifice.

    It's the best we can offer for a gift without price.

  • 03:06 Story Lyrics When I Give You Roses

    When I give you roses, I only give you one

    because our love discloses the one and only Son.

    Light will shine whenever two or more are together

    and I will give you roses until our days are done.

     

    I'd give you a moment. I'd try to make it true.

    If I trapped time I'd own it, but that's something I can't do.

    Days slip from my fingers. Out of reach they linger,

    but I'd give you a moment custom made for you.

     

    I'd give you a rainbow, though it won't touch the sky.

    No water and red bordeaux flowing from my side.

    A promise made forever is one I can't endeavor,

    but I would give you rainbows until the day I die.

     

    Winter has taken away all the roses.

    Temptation has squandered all of my time.

    A promise, like petals, decomposes,

    'til we're left here holding all my lies.

     

    So I'll give you a promise that doesn't come from me.

    You'll find it in the psalmist and at Gethsemane.

    It seems too good to be true, extremely hard to hold onto.

    It's like perfect roses that you cannot yet see.

  • 02:20 Story Lyrics Who Knows

    Who knows how this new year's going to go?

    It may end up like last year, I don't know,

    but fortune's winds will blow on good friend or on foe.

    Who knows how this new year's going to go?

     

    Who knows how this new day's going to end?

    Where all the time goes I can't comprehend.

    All the time I spend, I won't get back again.

    Who knows how this new day's going to end?

     

    Who knows if my time will come around?

    My ship comes in, my train rolls in to town?

    Though I'm even pound for pound, I always get knocked down.

    Who knows if my time will come around?

     

    Where are all the people I have known?

    Where are all the friendships I have sown?

    Mutual interests are outgrown, still the fault is all my own.

    Where are all the people I have known?

     

    Who knows why you love me like you do?

    Before you, days of love for me were few.

    Despite all we've been through, your love is always new.

    Who knows why you love me like you do?

     

    Who knows how this new year's going to go?

    It may end up like last year, I don't know,

    but fortune's winds will blow on good friend or on foe.

    Who knows how this new year's going to go?

  • 03:04 Story Lyrics Your Mother

    Little girl, I've been married to your mother for going on seven years.

    And I know there never could have been another.

    It's because of her, I know, I'm still here.

    I wouldn't know what to do on rainy days

    or even the sunny ones too.

    I might have sunken down deep in my lazy ways--

    God only knows what I might have come to.

    Little girl, I am speaking of your mother.

    I hope you listen, for what I say to you is true.

     

    Little girl, the Lord has given you your mother.

    Sometimes it's hard, I know, when you can't get your way.

    You might feel down, all bound up, and smothered

    You might feel she's ruined your whole day.

    But you're still young and someday you will come to know my gratitude

    for how she reads to you, keeps you close, and is proud of all you do.

    Little girl, I am speaking of your mother.

    I hope you listen, for what I say to you is true.

     

    Well, I hope that I'll be married to your mother for going on fifty years.

    I'll be older, grayer, thinking back on summers

    when you were young and all of us were near.

    For you'll be grown and will have moved away, and might have children too

    and when they give you troubles, you'll just say, "What would my mother do?"

    Little girl, I am married to your mother,

    and I love her as much as I love you.