Wake up the children, they can come as they are; in their pajamas, out under the stars; planets come dancing all in a row; once in a lifetime, come see the show! Come see Rings around Saturn, Jupiter moon, galaxies spinning as we sing a tune. I love you madly, who ever you are, Venus is rising, conjoining with Mars. Oh, it's real and it's magic, it's comic, it's tragic, it's a prayer, it's a vaudeville review; it's a circus parade, it's a game of charades, and most of us haven't a clue; and we're stuck with ourselves between heaven and hell doin' that old soft shoe. Still, we're all out tonight, with our eyes shining bright, and we won't go to bed 'til we're through with those Rings around Saturn, Jupiter moon, galaxies spinning as we sing a tune. I love you madly, who ever you are, Venus is rising, conjoining with Mars. So come one and come all, don't just stand in the hall, waiting to be introduced, all your prayers have been prayed and the piper's been paid, so you see, you've got nothing to lose. Now the music is starting, the curtains are parting, there are heavenly bodies on view! Let's get carried away, let's be mad, let's be gay, let's let all the prisoners loose, let's gaze through the telescope, let's you and me elope, let's let ourselves be seduced by those Rings around Saturn, Jupiter moon, galaxies spinning as we sing a tune. I love you madly, who ever you are, Venus is rising, conjoining with Mars.

If you've got a lamp, I wanta light it; If you've got an apple, I wanta bite it. I want to get to know your status quo and say "Hello" to your every toe and finger. And if you've got a wrong--I wanta right it. If you've got an itch, I wanta scratch it; if you've got a leaky roof, I wanta patch it. I want to make a speech concerning each lovely, lovely feature of your face. and if you've got a ball--I wanta catch it. If you've got a flat, I wanta change it; And if you got the wrong size, oh honey, let me exchange it. Come on, let's make a pact to interact, you know, the Zodiac says we were meant to be. In fact, if you wanta squeeze me, I believe I can arrange it!

It's a long road behind us, and a long stretch of road up ahead. But now we've come together in this resting place, and it's here our hearts are fed. We will build our fragile fire and we will speak each others' names, shoulder to shoulder, a shelter around the flames. I believe in you; I believe we're gonna make it through. We've git a long way to go, we've got a lot to do; and it's my faith in you keeps me moving on. Now the sun has set and the ancient wind is singing its' cold refrain. And the darkness gives no promise that the sun's gonna rise again. If you've ever known such a time before, with the night so cold and long, then you know the need for fire, and you know the need for song. I believe in you; I believe we're gonna make it through. We've git a long way to go, we've got a lot to do; and it's my faith in you keeps me moving on. We've git the spirit that moves us to reach out our hands and go forward together as one. We've got the spirit that moves us to pick up the tools and do what must be done. And we've got the spirit that can never die as long as people here to pass it on. And as long as I've got life to live, you'll find me singin' on this song: I believe in you; I believe we're gonna make it through. We've git a long way to go, we've got a lot to do; and it's my faith in you keeps me moving on.

Lady, you're a lot older than me, you've got grey in your hair, twice the memories; does it feel any clearer at forty-one than it did at twenty-three? Tell me, Where have you been, and what have you done that's brought you to this weather beaten house by the sea? Have the things that you've done taught you right from wrong, did you find a way to be free? I don't know how you do it, but you manage to survive living one day at a time in peace. We walked on the beach, your dog came too, the salt spray in my face... You drove down to Boston to look for a band, you were looking for women who could give you a hand in singing the celebration and the pain of taking a freedom stand. And me, in my jeans, with my radical dreams, and my guitar, and my naivete, I thought you had some kind of answer for me, some secret of maturity... I don't know why I did it, but I kept on lookin' 'round for the woman who had found the key.... although I know I found her long ago in the ebb and flow of the tide... The ocean, she is no mystery to me, who travels the inner sea; 'though she's ancient, and the mother of us all, I am myself an ocean's womb. And Lady, 'though you are older than me, still we live by the same necessities; and 'though you may not have any answers for me, it's fine to have your company. I don't know how we do it, but we manage to survive living one day at a time in peace. Take to the seas, you sisters, please, you will find there what you need...what you need.

Monday morning, punching in three minutes late, I guess the time clock wins; dirty grey walls, big machines, funny lights and hung over grins. There's something about the old guy in the parking lot selling coffee from the back of his van... and something about the day dreams in my restless mind, seeing life in the palm of my hand. I'm working steady and we're doing OK, but I'm so tired when I get home. My little girl, she looks after herself, I guess she's used to being alone. Last summer I had me a lover, but you know how it goes, easy come, easy go; week after weekend after week again, watching my life passing slow. So I go down to the Continental and I fix myself up nice; they've got a jukebox there, and on Tuesday nights all the drinks are half the price. And if you've got something better, well, I wish you'd pass it on, 'cause I sure don't intend to spend my whole life working days and drinking nights. My old Daddy was a working man, he taught me how to earn a days' pay; he taught me proud and he taught me strong, he taught me 'bout that good old union way. Ah, but times have changed and now, a job is just a job and we're only proud of what we can buy. And the union don't do much but promise us a bigger piece of the pie--same old pie! So I go down to the Continental and I fix myself up nice; they've got a jukebox there, and on Tuesday nights all the drinks are half the price. And if you've got something better, well, I wish you'd pass it on, 'cause I sure don't intend to spend my whole life working days and drinking nights. I've tried to adjust, I've tried to rebel, lived for the future, lived in the past; I've tried true love, and one night stands, rock'n'roll, and living fast. I've been on the road, I've been back to school, and I've been working in this job too long-- I've got to step back, get me some time to think, figure out what's going on. So I go down to the Continental and I fix myself up nice; they've got a jukebox there, and on Tuesday nights all the drinks are half the price. And if you've got something better, well, I wish you'd pass it on, 'cause I sure don't intend to spend my whole life working days and drinking nights.

My first love in life was my teacher, she taught me to read and write. She taught me about this big world, rich and poor, black and white. She said "There's no shame in asking."-- and my favorite question was "Why?". Inside me there burned such a passion to learn, to this day, that fire hasn't died. In 1914 I married for love, restless and ready to roam. I lived with my husband in Cuba and France, then back to New England and home. I saw more if the world than other young girls before the Depression came on. Then I ran my own farm, with a babe in my arms, two sons and two daughters in all. Love, love, I did it for love; it was love every step of the way. I just did my part with all my heart, it was love every step of the way. We heard a cry for freedom: the Spanish loyallsts. We rallied together, we organized against that iron fist. I stayed at home, some went to the front with the Abraham Lincoln Brigade. We knew it was right to fight the good fight, one light in the darkening shade. Love, love, I did it for love; it was love every step of the way. I just did my part with all my heart, it was love every step of the way. You know, love isn't easy, and love can't be blind in a world where injustice and violence are the rule. But love's smart and tough, love's strength's enough; you can push back the boundaries with love as your fuel! In 1952 I was told I had un-American traits. I messed up their red-baiting schemes, it seems, I would not cooperate. They asked for a fight, so I took 'em right to the highest court in the land. And when we were done, by God, we had won! It took seven long years of my life. "So, how have you lived for so long and so well?", my friends want to know Well, with ninety years under my belt, I believe I've got ninety more years to go! I haven't lost hope, I believe in young folks, and my advice is simple and true: take a strong stand, laugh whenever you can, and oh yes--let the ball come to you. Love, love, I did it for love; it was love every step of the way. I just did my part with all my heart, it was love every step of the way. And you know, love won't be easy, and love can't be blind in a world where injustice and violence are the rule. But love's smart and tough, love's strength's enough; you can push back the boundaries with love as your fuel! Love, love, I did it for love; it was love every step of the way. I just did my part with all my heart, it was love every step of the way.

When you lose the game and the stands are empty; when you toss the coin and you call it wrong; when you've gambled and you've lost, when you're down and double-crossed, when your heart's been torn and tossed, I'll be loving you. When the world goes grey, and your heart is hollow; when you can't recall what you used to love; when your smile is just a shell, when your day's a prison cell, when you can't even love yourself, I'll be loving you. I'll be loving you, I'll be loving you, I'll be loving you. And I know for sure your luck's gonna turn around, you'll get your feet back on the ground. And you'll feel like a morning glory then, and I'll be in that story then, when the good times roll on through, I'll be loving you. I'll be loving you through your joys and your sorrows. I'll be loving you through the in-between; you've got yourself a friend who's with you thick and thin, on this you can depend: I'll be loving you, I'll be loving you, I'll be loving you. I'll be loving you, from now on. I'll be loving you.

Oh, sweet child of a dream, standing on the bank of a silver stream. Deep, your thoughts swirl and flow like the running stream, and the moon below. You dear, you sublime, you lift my heart higher, flying higher than I've ever bee before. Your eyes shine bright, you beckon me to come into your life; and I run like an eager child to you. Oh, sweet child of a dream, dancing with me now by the moonlit stream. Cradle me with your eyes, shining as they do, so deep, so wise. You dear, you sublime, you lift my heart higher, flying higher than I've ever bee before. Your eyes shine bright, you beckon me to come into your life; and I run like an eager child, I run with my heart gone wild, I run, sweet child, to you.

Well, it hit me when I saw you; just an ordinary day, that I was looking at one if the best things ever to come my way. You were running up and down the back stairs, planting flowers in the spring, and you were flying into my heart with your golden gypsy rings. Come on and dance, Ursula, dance! Ah, the way you move just makes me want to sing. Try your wings, and give it a chance! You know that we can do anything we want to do; you help me live the life I want to live--can I return the favor? Your hands are rough from working, your body free and strong; You laugh when I play the blues and you always sing along. and when the night it takes you and lays you down so deep, you travel lightly through the air, flying in your sleep. Come on and dance, Ursula, dance! Ah, the way you move just makes me want to sing. Try your wings, and give it a chance! You know that we can do anything we want to do; you help me live the life I want to live--can I return the favor? Your feet a blue, your hands up high, the spirit has your soul; spinning, whirling, 'round and 'round, barely in control. You are dancing right on the edge, and your eyes are open wide, flirting with the universe, unafraid to die. Come on and dance, Ursula, dance! Ah, the way you move just makes me want to sing. Try your wings, and give it a chance! You know that we can do anything we want to do; you help me live the life I want to live--you let me give you what I want to give; you help me live the life I want to live--can I return the favor? can I return the favor?

Candle burning, my heart yearning toward the light. Like one lover to another, reach in the night. close the doors on all the wars, just for tonight, and let me feel you, warm and real, familiar and right. Oh, I am lighting candles ,calling out your name. And I am looking for your face within the flame; it's been so long since I've been gone. I've been busy, I've been dizzy, all over town. Off and on, I've come and gone the long way around. through the highs and through the lows, the lost and the found; in all of my importance, I can't find the ground. So I am knocking on your door with all my heart; 'though if you came I wouldn't know quite where to start, it's been so long since I've been gone. Sometimes I think that I could live my life within your loving glow; Then other voices call and I am pulled; I have farther still to go. Years ago, when life was slow, me loving you. I took a dare, I paid my fare, and now I'm following through. Can't return 'til I have learned just what I can do; Oh, but hearts' desire, flaming fire, I try to be true. And in the traffic jams and deadlines of my days I will be thinking of you lighting up my way, and I'll sing this song, and I won't be long. Sometimes I think that I could live my life within your loving glow; Then other voices call and I am pulled; I have farther still to go.

The lights are bright along the Shirley Highway; they roll away into the humid night like a string of dime store rhinestones-- I used to play here as a child. The air was cool and green beneath those tall old trees. We rode our bikes into a deeper world in which we tried our powers, growing like the leaves. How long have the tree house and the trail been gone? I want to know. Whatever happened to the creek we played in years ago? It's underground, in concrete pipes that tell it where to go. It got in the way of the highway. The radio's been playing oldies all night long. Amazingly, I know the melodies to all those good old songs-- my tires hum along. condominiums and high rise towers parade, and rows and rows of perfect model homes are covering the hillside, where our sleds did fly. Oh, how familiar are the names on all the exit signs. They echo like the hook line of a pop tune in my mind. It grabs me up and pulls me back, and how the place has changed-- when my back was turned. The lights are bright along the Shirley Highway; they roll away into the humid night like a string of dime store rhinestones-- I used to play here as a child.

Hey, South Africa, I'm thinking that your time has come. Hey, hey, South Africa, I'm thinking that your time has come. I hear it on the wind, I see it in the rising sun. Young boy in the dust, a bullet in his brain. Young boy in the dust, a bullet in his brain. Police ask his mama, does she want some of the same? Hey, hey, white people, are you watching how the river run? Hey, hey, white people, are you watching how the river run? You can't hold back the future by reaching for a gun. And them God-forsaken, profit chasin' corporations, they've been takin' all of the best for years. And the government gives its' consent, no argument to violent suppression and rule by fear. Hey, South Africa, I'm thinking that your time has come. Hey, hey, South Africa, I'm thinking that your time has come. You can't hold back the future, I hear it on the wind, I see it in the rising sun. It won't be long before all the people rise up just like a mighty wave; before all the people rise up just like a mighty wave; and lay apartheid down in its' evil grave.

We were so young, what did we know? It was all in place so many years ago. Your skin was dark, my skin was pale, distance between us like a jail; but I heard you singing in the hall... Playing guitar, I git inspired, you sang every Sunday in the gospel choir. In school you sat across the aisle, it might have been a mile-- now, at last, I can say: Hey, hey, Yolanda, can I sing with you? Yolanda, like I wanted to, Yolanda, but something always got on the way. Hey, hey, Yolanda, girl, you sing so fine! Yolanda, can your voice and mine finally sing in harmony today? The world is so big and I am so small, so many troubles and so many walls, keeping us down, keep us apart, it would've been a good start if I'd taken you by the hand... Hey, hey, Yolanda, can I sing with you? Yolanda, like I wanted to, Yolanda, but something always got on the way. Hey, hey, Yolanda, girl, you sing so fine! Yolanda, can your voice and mine finally sing in harmony today? And wouldn't it be fine to end it for all time, all this hurting, all this fear? Surely, two young girls taking on the world with song, it can't be wrong-- We were so young, what did we know? It was all in place so many years ago. Singing my song could set me free, and you were just like me! But I was blind, I could not see. Years have gone by, I missed my cure; I never got a chance to sing with you. If I knew then what I know now, I would be so proud, they'd hear us singing all around. Hey, hey, Yolanda, can I sing with you? Yolanda, like I wanted to, Yolanda, but something always got on the way. Hey, hey, Yolanda, girl, you sing so fine! Yolanda, can your voice and mine finally sing in harmony today?

It's late, but still he's restless, and he feels the need for some air. So he thinks he'll take a walk to the top of the hill 'though it's really not safe to go there. He leaves the house he was raised in, walks through the streets of a tired old town, up past the gas pumps abandoned last winter where the houses have all been torn down... Up to where the steam billows from the rocks, Up to where the snow never sticks, where the sulfer and carbon monoxide can make any living thing sick. And even as he listens the coal is hissing, he can almost hear the earth moan. Smoke rises and hangs in the air all around, streams that were clear have turned to brown, and great holes open up in the ground, is this hell, or is this home? Just how it began, and who is to blame, the answers will never be found; burning trash in the strip mine abandoned on the edge if town. First, the coal on the surface ignited, and then what was under the ground. That fire followed the coal seam to the deep mine right under the town. and with plenty of air from the tunnels and shafts that fire spread through the mine so fast that all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't make the red-hot coal black again. Now, even as he listens the coal is hissing, he can almost hear the earth moan. Smoke rises and hangs in the air all around, streams that were clear have turned to brown, and great holes open up in the ground, is this hell, or is this home? It's a storm that never ceases; It's a wound that will not mend. It's a debt that just increases, a nightmare he dreams again and again. Now it's 22 years if half measures, of slurry fills and trenches, politicians passing the buck, and bureaucrats sitting on fences. It's only a small town disaster, it ain't no front page news. It only made the New York Times once, back in '72. But from high in the hill, he can't help but wonder how fate takes its' ironic toll; Centralia, born of the mines, and dying by the coal. Now even as he listens, the coal is hissing, he can almost hear himself moan. For the town he was born in, he soon will be mournin'; and he tries to heed the warning down deep in the burning ground: It's a storm that never ceases; It's a wound that will not mend. It's a debt that just increases, 'til the earth is healed again, healed again.

I've never been so lonely, I've never been so lost at sea. I've never been so forsaken by all that I used to be. Naked as a baby, desperate as a refugee, I'm at the bottom line and I think my time is running out on me. Something inside me told me that your charms were a disguise. Something said "Girl, what you're chasing after is gonna leave you sad and wise. But I never listened to that warning, 'cause I wanted to believe in your lies. Promises broken, all up in smoke, in time, I realized. Now, goodbye, pipe dreams, I won't be needing you anymore. I have tried, God knows, to put this moment off. Ah, but some things aren't meant to last, and you've got to let go of the past. It was only a matter of time, just a matter of time. I had made my mind up, I had bidden you farewell. I'd said "This time it's really over." more times than I care to tell. And here I am, still leaving, breaking out of my shell; more than a lover, you've been my cover, you had me under your spell. Now goodbye, pipe dreams, I won't be needing you anymore. I have tried, God knows, to put this moment off. At the start you tasted so sweet, all the world lay at my feet, and we would conquer it all in time, just a matter of time. Healing is feeling all the damage that's been done; and growing is knowing that the best is yet to come. So goodbye, pipe dreams, I won't be needing you anymore. I'll survive, God knows, without your shiny lies. I'm gonna miss you sometimes, and yet I've got no doubts, I've got no regrets, it was only a matter of time, just a matter of time, and I'll be shining in my own time, just a matter of time.

Spirit of the wind, carry me, Spirit of the wind, carry me home. Spirit of the wind, carry me home to myself. Spirit of the earth, mother of birth, Spirit of the land, hold me in your hand. Spirit of the wind, carry me, Spirit of the wind, carry me home. Spirit of the wind, carry me home to myself. Spirit of the storm, help me be reborn. Spirit of the rain, wash away my pain. Spirit of the wind, carry me, Spirit of the wind, carry me home. Spirit of the wind, carry me home to myself. Spirit of the sun, make us all one. Spirit of the light, give us clear sight. Spirit of the wind, carry me, Spirit of the wind, carry me home. Spirit of the wind, carry me home to myself. Spirit of the moon, let many visions bloom. spirit of the night, give us free flight. Spirit of the wind, carry me, Spirit of the wind, carry me home. Spirit of the wind, carry me home to myself.