Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
I’d love for you to come back to me.

Happy Birthday, I miss you.
Happy Birthday, I miss you.
Happy Birthday, I miss you.
And I wish that you were standing by me.

I know the years will pass on.
And missing your kissing will fill up my wishing,
My wishing you’d never have gone.
I know the sun will still climb.
It will rise in the East and will fall in the West and remind me of days you were mine.

So, happy birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
I’d love you to come back to me.

And I rather miss a moment
Then to have never lived it true.
So I guess I’ll hold my memories tight
As the proof that I once held you.

Now happy birthday, I love you
Happy birthday, I love you.
Happy birthday, I love you.
I’d love you to come back to me.

Happy Birthday, I Love You

Come Back to Me


Come back to me, my child
Now you’ve wandered through the night.
Come back to me, my child.
And stand still in the light.
Come back to me, my child,
And watch the shadows flee. 
If you’re done playing in the darkness, 
Then my child, come back to me. 


Papa, hold me. 
Papa, hold me. 
How long it seems I’ve wandered through the night. 
I’ve been scared, so if you can hear a whisper,
I long for you to tell me it’s allright
And even if I don’t know where I’m going, 
It’s finally time I know to where I flee. 
He’s done playing in the darkness
Now you’re child comes back to thee. 


In the breaking of the morning
Sings the beauty of the night
Where each dark fear is dissipating
With the rising of the light
And where each new ray of sunlight
Rings forgotten melody
In a world of fallen angels,
These wings fly back to thee. 

Papa, hold me. 
And enfold me. 
How long I’ve shivered in the cold?
I was so convinced I knew where I was going
That I forgot to hold to words that I’d been told.
But the compass in my heartbeat rings eternal
Ever beating or’ the land through which I roam. 
Through night and day, your son can say
He’s on his way back home. 


Come back to me, my child
Now you’ve wandered through the night.
Come back to me, my child.	
And stand still in the light.
Come back to me, my child,
And watch the shadows flee. 
The light beyond the doorway 
Is your beacon back to me. 
I left the porch light on, from dusk to dawn, 
Find your way back home to me.

Come Back To Me

Peace Be With You


May your goodbyes lack all bitterness. 
May your memories bring a smile. 
May your friends and family hold you tight
When you’ve been gone a while. 

May your heartstrings ring with music’s song
Each time that they are pulled.
May you remember all the warm times.
And move beyond the cold. 

And may Peace, may it be with you. 		
May it sing to you your lullabies
And soothe all suffering’ too. 		
May it surround your world around 			
As sure as morning’s dew.
And with every fresh footfall may peace fall too…

May you find your power from within
to take another step ahead
May you cultivate your courage
And may your fears you shed. 
May you hold to your convictions
In a world of unsure ground.
And may every “you” that ends up lost
Lead to a new “you” found. 

And may Peace, may it be with you. 	
And then to friend and family
And birth a world anew.		
And whatever trails you pass-over 		
For whatever you persue
My hope and prayer is peace will go with you. 

nd’may you see the beauty, 
As the world around you view. 
And know that dark is transitory,
And that light is all that’s true. 

May faith be your conductor
May you find power in virtue
And may you greet the world,
Peace Be With You. 

Peace be with you. Peace be with you. 
And all the family of mankind, 
no matter line or hue			
May it surround your world around 			
As sure as morning’s dew.
And with every fresh footfall may peace fall too…
And wherever that peace falls may it be with you…

Peace Be With You

Be Still

When the mountains stand before you.
And the trail’s lost in the rain,
And the wind demands you listen to her tale. 
When the rivers’ overflowing
And your heart is filled with pain. 
And something’s whispering you are sure to fail.  

When your heartbeats beat in rhythm
To a fearful song inside. 
When your feet ache from the miles you have trod. 
When your campfire is dying, but the cold remains the same. 
When the vibrant world around you turns facade. 

Be Still and know that I AM God. 
Be Still and know that I AM holy. 
Be Still and know you are wholly mine. 
And still with me you’ll be for all of time.

When the moments in your memories 
seem to burn just like a fire. I
And tears like rain fall to the dusty ground
 When it feels as if you’ll never find another new desire
In the breaths between your weeping I am found. 

Storms are always passing through, 
They never stop to stay. 
Though the winds insist they’ll leave you broke behind. 
Breathe deep and know the darkest night still always leads to day. 				
And singing birds and sunshine soon you’ll find. 


In the stillness of each moment 
is the place that I call home.
And in stillness still I’ll ever wait for you. 
So join me in my stillness,  call your roving mind back home.
And time again we’ll beautify the view.


So Be Still and know that I AM God. 
So Be Still and still you’ll be with me. 
So Be Still and know you are wholly mine. 
And still with me you’ll be for all  of time.

Be Still and know that I AM God. 
Be Still and know that I AM holy. 
Be Still and know you are wholly mine. 
And still with me you’ll be for all of time.

Be Still

Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you. 
I’d love for you to come back to me. 

Happy Birthday, I miss you. 
Happy Birthday, I miss you. 
Happy Birthday, I miss you. 
And I wish that you were standing by me. 

I know the years will pass on.	
And missing your kissing will fill up my wishing,
My wishing you’d never have gone. 
I know the sun will still climb.
It will rise in the East and will fall in the West and remind me of days you were mine. 

So, happy birthday, I love you. 
Happy Birthday, I love you.
Happy Birthday, I love you. 
I’d love you to come back to me. 


And I rather miss a moment
Then to have never lived it true. 	
So I guess I’ll hold my memories tight
As the proof that I once held you.


Now happy birthday, I love you
Happy birthday, I love you. 
Happy birthday, I love you.
I’d love you to come back to me.

Happy Birthday, I love you

She Wants The D Vitamins

He wears a fine tweed hat when he’s pulled behind his horse
In his carriage with his cufflinks and his well-used whip, of course. 
And he whistles and he chuckles with his bride beside him, too. 
And if you’re careful you’ll catch half a glace of how he looks at me and you. 

He controls the words heard spoken, in the land he calls his own. 
When his eyes are closed, a pharaoh! And every seat he takes a throne! 
And the crowds around him cower, when his gaze on them assail. 
He acts as if he’s worthy king. Not just warden of the jail. 

Warden of the jail.
Warden of the jail. 

He knows enough to hide behind his armor and his scale. 
He wont force you to submit and bow within his fairytale. 
But he’ll sure as hell make sure you wish you did. 

He trails a tail of taletellers, with dreams to warderships.
And eventually they too will own their well-used leather whips. 
Every mirror is a painting, to a narrative prevail. 
While the people tiptoe past the door outside.

And the echos that he hears through the seasons and the years
From the nymphs and fairies always fall like cotton in the ears.
And his muffled forced perceptions built of denial and fear. 
Are eventually all that he can hold dear. 

The Warden of the jail. 
The Warden of the jail. 
He dreams of bigger wardenships where he’ll raise aloft his sail.
The whole world he’d gladly call to mess, And think his wardenship is best, 
And never will he hear a single wail. 

But the wardenship grows stumbling, when the jail around starts crumbling, 
And the bumbling and fumbling grow much harder to deny.
And the warden starts his grumbling but rarely sees his humbling, 
As it sneaks quickly past him mumbling then fills his face with pie.  

The Warden of the jail. 
The Warden of the jail. 
He dreams of bigger wardenships where he’ll raise aloft his sail.
The whole world he’d gladly call to mess, And think his wardenship is best, 
And never will he hear a single wail. 

The Warden of the jail. 
The Warden of the jail. 
Still living within puddles while his Echo sounds “farewell”
The whole world he’d gladly call to mess, And think his wardenship is best, 
But he’ll be the one to give the final wail.

Howdy Narcissus!

The Legend of the Apache Tears

	
Cattle were lowing as the soldiers approached
The horse hoves near silent while transcending the gulch
Pinion pines of morning towered o’r the land
While the warriors of the mountain relaxed… in the sand. 

The soldiers, as foxes, prepared in the breeze
Their Winchester barrels protruding from trees
And the camp of Apache in the land of Pinal
Was unaware on that morning of their upcoming fall. 

You’ve seen falling stars? I’ve seen fallen tears
Dark as night, and littered on the ground.
I know just what they are. They are memories for the years.
Those Apache tears are waiting to be found.

The young US soldiers looked out on death. 
The cold morning air brought life to each breath. 
They spoke only in silence. They agreed with a glance. 
This moment, this morning, this time for death’s dance.

The barrels exploded. The bullets flew true
The Pinal Apache knew then what to do.
They fought man to man as the onslaught raged on
But knew all was lost before passage of dawn

You’ve seen falling stars? I’ve seen fallen tears
Dark as night, and littered on the ground.
I know just what they are. They are memories for the years.
Those Apache tears are waiting to be found.

Bodies of warriors soon littered the camp.
The reding sands below them began to grow damp
And when warriors remaining made note of the count
As one final body they all took to mount.

And they rode as a heard, they road to stampede
Up past the soldiers at Apache mount top speed
Then past smoking barrels with their warriors prayer
Each lept off the cliff and with horse took to air.

You’ve seen falling stars? I’ve seen fallen tears
Dark as night, and littered on the ground.
I know just what they are. They are memories for the years.
Those Apache tears are waiting to be found.

And what happened next depends who you ask.
For history tales all too often wear mask. 
And some say the Apache fell to their death
While descending through air each brave took his last breath. 

I’ve also heard that said that each warrior claimed a crown
On that final Pinal morning and they never fell down.
But horses and heroes as one rose through the air.
And dark, stony tears were all they left there. 

You’ve seen falling stars? I’ve seen fallen tears
Dark as night, and littered on the ground.
I know just what they are. They are memories for the years. We 
Those Apache tears are waiting to be found.

Tears for their children, tears for their wives. 
Tears for the loss of their Apache lives.
Tears for the snapping of an old world tent peg. 
And tears for the new world ever springing from the egg.

When one thing dies another is born
And Apache Tears joined this world at the sound of great horn. 
A great people departed. A brave time of loss.
A mixture of people on passing roads cross. 

When one wanders the mountain, pinioned and pined.
They’re often surprised at the tears that they find.
In cracks and in crevice the obsidian’s sewn.
Awaiting the day fallen tears to atone. 

You’ve seen falling stars? I’ve seen fallen tears
Dark as night, and littered on the ground.
I know just what they are. They are memories for the years.
Those Apache tears are waiting to be found.

Papa Alliswell