Maybe you’ve noticed the world’s growing dark.
Rapidly change, grow dim.
I think it’s time, and I’m gonna do my part
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’ve seen the anger, the bigots, the hate.
Not the way it’s always been.
Can’t we just love before it’s too late.
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’m sure it’s gonna take some sacrifice - not trying carries too high of a price.
Gotta keep trying, not just once or twice
I know that some will not ever give in, I see the anger all buried within,
You say that’s just the way it’s always been.

We once believed that the scale of the world,
Limited where we had been.
Now that we know, let’s give it a whirl.
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’m sure it’s gonna take some sacrifice - not trying carries too high of a price.
Gotta keep trying, not just once or twice
I know that some will not ever give in, I see the anger all buried within,
You say that’s just the way it’s always been.

There was a time when things of the heart,
Could not divide a friend.
Maybe it’s time we all do our part.
Let’s make it a small world again.

Make It a Small World

"Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" is a popular Christian hymn written in 1907 by Ada R. Habershon with music by Charles H. Gabriel. The song is often recorded unattributed and, because of its age, has lapsed into the public domain. Most of the chorus appears in the later songs "Can the Circle Be Unbroken" and "Daddy Sang Bass".                                  Wikipedia

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Will the Circle Be Unbroken

That eerie old train whistle
(Mark Irving Anderson)

…Under the cloak of midnight
Beneath a haunted, silver moon
The wind whispers her secrets
Of a whistle’s lonely tune
Steel rails glisten in the darkness
A shiver crawls along my skin
The sound so thin and distant 
Like a ghost who wants back in…

[Chorus]
…That eerie old train whistle blows
Like a song through the night
Calling out all those memories
Gone from sight
It moans across the valley floor
It cries inside my soul
The old train whistles
To carry me home…

…Old station lamps all flicker
Where the travelers used to wait
The ticket booth is empty
With a clock that stopped at half past eight
A hush hangs over switchgrass
And the ties are slick with dew
Yet still that mournful whistle
Keeps telling me the truth…

[Chorus]
…That eerie old train whistle blows
Like a song through the night
Calling out all those memories
Lost from my sight
It moans across the valley floor
It cries inside my soul
The old train whistles
To carry me home…

[Bridge]
…A whistle warning or a memory
Is it joy or is it pain
Sometimes the whistle’s memory
Is laced with midnight rain…

…On nights when fog is rolling
And the stars all disappear
I think of those departed
Whose footsteps once, would linger here
Their laughter rides on the whistle
While a sadness rides the rain 
Is this a song for all the missing
Or a song about a train…

[Chorus]
…That eerie old train whistle blows
Like a song through the night
Calling out all those memories
Lost from sight
It moans across the valley floor
It cries inside my soul
The old train whistles
To carry me home…

…The old train whistles
To carry me back home…

Hold On

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