The River by Kate Prendergast

The darkness grew longer
The nights got colder
His faith wasn’t as strong as
The drink and wine that hold him

And the only place that
He could preach 
Was underneath the trembling tree
All the work and the lies,
The pain and the fight
All so he could act… like he was clean.

The red river
Keeps flowing through his head
Things aren’t getting better
But no worse instead

He’s not living, he’s only surviving
Got no tricks left up his sleeve
And he’s still praying that
He’ll get saved 
By his fantasies.

Washing his hands clean
Of his real life and bad dreams
Wondering what he left ----- in the Will

After the final scenes
Who knows who he’ll meet
The river runs dry… at the end

The River

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eu·troph·i·ca·tion

I beat it

She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She has me jumping so much, jumping high, double-Dutch, it’s a game that she plays.
There are no rules, there is no scheme. Only she knows what she means.
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She often hides, and I’ll seek, and I try to compete, but she hides so very well.
She lets me slide to the ground, going round and round, like a carousel.
It’s never what it seems to be. It’s only obvious to her, not me. 
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.

She’s playing games with me, she’s got me climbing trees,
She knows her way around the park.
She’s got the energy, she sees inside of me,
When she’s gone I’m in the dark. Maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

I know the way she is, I know and maybe this  
Is just a way I can continue.
When all is said and done, maybe I am the one, 
Maybe it’s not a game to her, or maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

She Flies A Kite

Midnight approaching
cannon thunders on
here in the highlands
where we shed our bones
caught in the crossfire
we try to stay warm
drink up your courage lads
with fathers and sons

Like geese in a grinder
huddled in dark rain
shot through the shoulder
curse through the pain
come another morning
as the band plays the song
charge across the fields lads
with fathers and sons

Haven't seen my wife in three years
lost her locket in the battle of Shiloh  
but she will carry me 
into the battle below 

My son lost his leg at 
Lee's victory of Chancellorsville
walking on homemade crutches now
he followed Lee across the Potomac
into Maryland  
Sweet Home Maryland  

Now we gear for battle at Gettysburg
let the blue dogs know 
the gray boys have come 
bringing sharpshooters and canons 
and fathers and sons 
(fathers and son)
(fathers and son)

Bang the drum slowly
for the long road that runs
close to the blood
that covers everyone
holding the line
till morning is come
buried in the meadows
fathers and sons
fathers and sons
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buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

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fathers and sons
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buried in the meadows
fathers and sons

Gettysburg (Fathers And Sons) - Lyrics in description

BabyFace

(Verse 1)
A tiny world, a glistening sphere
A droplet hangs, so crystal clear
The sunlight catches, a million rays
Tiny lenses in many ways

(Verse 2)
The leaf below, a vibrant green
Veins like rivers, a hidden scene
This thirsty canvas, it drinks its fill
Life's essence flows, uphill

(Chorus)
Nature's beauty, a drop of grace
A tiny tear on a leafy face
A silent thirst, a life sustained
The cycle flows, forever chained
From dewdrop's kiss to vibrant bloom
A testament to life's sweet perfume
Each leaf a whisper, a story untold
A world unfolds, in morning's gold

(Verse 3)
From root to vein, the water climbs
A silent symphony, beating time
Each drop a promise, a whispered song
Of growth that's nurtured, where it belongs

(Verse 4)
From emerald bud to petals unfurled
The water's magic, transforming the world
A vibrant bloom, kissed by the sun
A life renewed, the cycle's begun...

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singer songwriter with a mix of folk, country, indie and pop influences

The River

Kate Prendergast

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