New improved version.

You can't hit the side of a barn
You can't throw a forward pass
The only thing you got going for you
is you got such a cute little ass.

I love your cute little ass
Even though you're only a snake in the grass
I get soft and mushy
just ogling that tushy
I love your cute little ass.

Up front you ain't much to look at
Your voice it could shatter a glass
You're dumb as a bag full o' hammers
but you still got a cute little ass.

I love your cute little ass
Even though you're only a snake in the grass
That tight little hiney
makes me feel "valentiny"
I love your cute little ass.

Between the sheets you're no champion
Can't say as you're dripping with class
My friends ask me what I see in you...
I say "Look at that cute little ass!"

I love your cute little ass
Even though you're only a snake in the grass
With contours so Phrygian
it's so callipygian
Which means it's a cute little ass.

It's true you ain't long on courage
Can't say as you're bolder than brass
But I don't mind that you're such a weenie
When you got such a cute little ass.

I love your cute little ass
Even though you're only a snake in the grass
In your tighty whities 
you make me feel flighty
I love your cute little ass.

©2014 by RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

Your Cute Little Ass

Been a while since I did a collaboration!  This is a setting of Magenta Wise's lovely poem "The Step", used with permission.

The Step
Lyrics by Magenta Wise
Music by RoZita Berry

Standing alone in a promising dawn,
A little girl there, alone and forlorn,
She sighs and droops, her head hangs down,
On her precious brow a piteous frown.

The threshold beckons, drawing her feet,
Escape is impossible, what shall she meet?
What dreams await, what future fates,
Her trembling breath falters, and abates.

Then with weary sigh, she gathers strength,
A faltering step, a tentative length,
Over she goes, the seeds are sown,
Bravely embracing that vast unknown.

Now from her depths she hears a sweet voice,
Softly it whispers “You have every choice,
Just see what you want, believe it is true,
And all that you will is made unto you”.

Armed with this truth, the girl with sweet grace,
Boldly steps to her own chosen place,
Confidence blooms, her heart and soul lead,
Carefully measure each word and each deed.

And so she grows, creating her destiny,
Brimming fulfilment and fulsome ecstasy,
No need to be victim, she stands true and tall,
Knowing her power, the breadth of it all.

Her way is clear, it’s to love and to give,
To all that is needy, to all that would live,
Her mighty heartbeat resounds through the earth,
Inspiring the fearful to step and take breath.

©2021 by Magenta Wise and RoZita Berry

The Step

Santa Baby

My setting of this poem by a 10th century nun, St. Brigid.  Gotta be one of the coolest saints ever.

"A Lake of Beer"

I'd like to give a lake of beer to God.
I'd love the heavenly
Host to be tippling there
For all eternity.

I'd love the men of Heaven to live with me,
To dance and sing.
If they wanted, I'd put at their disposal
Vats of suffering.

White cups of love I'd give them
With a heart and a half;
Sweet pitchers of mercy I'd offer
To every man.

I'd make Heaven a cheerful spot
Because the happy heart is true.
I'd make the men contented for their own sake.
I'd like Jesus to love me too.

I'd like the people of heaven to gather
From all the parishes around.
I'd give a special welcome to the women,
The three Marys of great renown.

I'd sit with the men, the women and God
There by the lake of beer.
We'd be drinking good health forever
And every drop would be a prayer.

St. Brigid's Prayer (A Lake of Beer)

I'm a fine pirate wench
Without nary shame
A roguish caution
Iron Bess is me name
I sails where I likes
And puts in where I please
And they calls me the Scourge
Of the High Seven Seas!

I'm Iron Bess Kidd
In rum I'm awash
I'll show you me buckle
If ye'll show me yer swash
Yer Blackbeards and Bluebeards
I brings to their knees
And they calls me the Scourge
Of the High Seven Seas!

I've plenty of ballads
Some pure and some bawdy
But I'm at me best
When I'm feelin' most naughty!
Let the landlubbers shiver
Like the leaves in the breeze
Just beware of the Scourge
Of the High Seven Seas!

©2009 by RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

Iron Bess Kidd

A new and improved version.  Even threw in a viola just for the heck of it.  The lovely old song by Henry Clay Work, written about 1876.

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
His life seconds numbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

 In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck twentyfour when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
His life seconds numbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
 

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
His life seconds numbering
tick,tock,tick,tock,
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died.

My Grandfather's Clock

Sorry for the less than state of the art sound quality...maybe I'll be able to make a better recording someday.  Meanwhile, get out the marshmallows....

Kum ba yah

Another song based on a psalm.

From Psalm 71:
In you, Lord, I have taken refuge;
let me never be put to shame.
In your righteousness, rescue and deliver me;
turn your ear to me and save me.
Be my rock of refuge,
to which I can always go;
For you have been my hope, Sov'reign Lord,
my confidence since my youth.
From birth I have relied on you;
you brought me forth from my mother’s womb.
I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!
My mouth is filled with your praises,
declaring your splendor all day long.
I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!

for you are my rock and my fortress
Who is like you, Lord?
I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!
My mouth is filled with your praises,
declaring your splendor all day long.
my lips will shout for joy

I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!
for you are my rock and my fortress
Who is like you, Lord?
I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!

I will ever praise you.
I will ever praise you!

In You, Lord (I Will Ever Praise You)

Just had to take a crack at this one.  It's so lovely and so timely right now.

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream
by Ed McCurdy
Arranged and sung by RoZita Berry

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever had before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the papers all were signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed.
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground.

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream

Words by Margaret Deland.  Music by RoZita B.

Where do you think the Fairies go
To buy their blankets ere the snow?

When Autumn comes, with frosty days
The sorry shivering little Fays

Begin to think it’s time to creep
Down to their caves for Winter sleep.

But first they come from far and near
To buy, where shops are not too dear.

(The wind and frost bring prices down,
So Fall’s their time to come to town!)

Where on the hill-side rough and steep
Browse all day long the cows and sheep,

The mullein’s yellow candles burn
Over the heads of dry sweet fern:

All summer long the mullein weaves
His soft and thick and woolly leaves.

Warmer blankets were never seen
Than these broad leaves of fuzzy green—

(The cost of each is but a shekel
Made from the gold of honeysuckle!)

To buy their sheets and fine white lace
(With which to trim a pillow-case),

They only have to go next door,
Where stands a sleek brown spider’s store,

And there they find the misty threads
Ready to cut into sheets and spreads;

Then for a pillow, pluck with care
Some soft-winged seeds as light as air;

Just what they want the thistle brings,
But thistles are such surly things—

And so, though it is somewhat high,
The clematis the Fairies buy.

The only bedsteads that they need
Are silky pods of ripe milk-weed,

With hangings of the dearest things—
Autumn leaves, or butterflies’ wings!

And dandelions’ fuzzy heads
They use to stuff their feather beds;

And yellow snapdragons supply
The nightcaps that the Fairies buy,

To which some blades of grass they pin,
And tie them ‘neath each little chin.

Then, shopping done, the Fairies cry,
“Our Summer’s gone! oh sweet, good-bye!”

And sadly to their caves they go,
To hide away from Winter’s snow—

And then, though winds and storms may beat,
The Fairies’ sleep is warm and sweet!

The Fairies' Shopping

One of the most beautiful songs ever.

By the way, Mary's not dead. She's just napping.  This is a song of pure bliss and happiness.

Lyrics--Robert Burns
Music--Unknown
Arranged and sung by RoZita Berry

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock dove whose echo resound through the glen
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as noon rises high
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and sweet valleys below
Where wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow
There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
How wanton the waters her snowy feet lave
As gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes
Flow gently sweet river, the theme of my lays
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Flow Gently

I just hope I at least did partial justice to this lovely lyric.

All Things Bright and Beautiful
Music by RoZita Berry
Words by Cecil F. Alexander

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all

1. Each little flower that opens
Each little bird that sings
God made their glowing colors
And made their tiny wings
(Refrain)

2. The purple-headed mountains
The river running by
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky
(Refrain)

3. The cold wind in the winter
The pleasant summer sun
The ripe fruits in the garden:
God made them every one
(Refrain)

4. God gave us eyes to see them
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty
Who has made all things well.

Copyright 2024 by RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

All Things Bright and Beautiful

Two of the sweetest melodies this side of heaven, combined into one:  "Over the Waves" (sometimes known as "Loveliest Night of the Year") by Cesar Rosas, and "Westphalia Waltz" by Cotton Collins.  Perfect for a wedding.

Waltz Medley

A country song I wrote.  Old style...yanno, REAL country.

I dreamed a-bout Tex-as late last night
trav'-ling back to a gen-tl-er time
I saw blue-bon-nets cov'r-ing the prair-ie so wide
Sun-flow-ers and grapes on the vine.
In-di-an blank-et and eve-ning prim-rose
rain lil-ies and cac-tus blooms too
But the fin-est vis-ion to see by far
stan-ding all a-lone, was you.

Now I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
from the east coast so far
and won-d'ring if you are too
As I look out my win-dow
at that lone eve-ning star
I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
and you.

We're danc-ing the two-step in each oth-er's arms
while mus-ic the barn gai-ly fills;
Now we're rid-ing our hors-es down a long dus-ty road
as the sun sinks be-hind rug-ged hills.
Then you whis-per your love 'neath the star stud-ded sky
It seems but a mo-ment a-go
Oh, why did that dream have to with-er and die
like a rose ly-ing un-der the snow.

Now I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
from the east coast so far
and won-d'ring if you are too
As I look out my win-dow
at that lone eve-ning star
I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
and you.

Now I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
from the east coast so far
and won-d'ring if you are too
As I look out my win-dow
at that lone eve-ning star
I'm dream-ing of Tex-as
and you.

Copyright@2018 by RoZita Howard Berry.  All rights reserved.

Dreaming of Texas

My setting of Luke 1:46-55.  It may not be Bach's Magnificat, but at least it's in English :)

My soul doth magnify the Lord,

And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour,
my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaid: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

For he that is mighty hath done to me great things, great things; and holy is his name, his name, holy his name.

And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation.

He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.

He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He hath helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;

As he spake to our fathers, Abraham, and to his seed for ever, for ever, for ever.

My soul doth magnify the Lord,
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour,
my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour, my Saviour.

My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord

My first mash-up :D  I took the well-known round "White Coral Bells" (if you were in Girl Scouts, you know it;))  and made a special arrangement of it, and mixed in my own little setting of "I Know a Bank Where the Wild Thyme Blows" from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare.  I think it works. *g*

White coral bells
upon a slender stalk
Lilies of the valley
deck my garden walk.
Oh don't you wish
that you could hear them ring
That will happen only
when the fairies sing!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk roses and eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

©2015 by RoZita Bartok.  All rights reserved.

White Coral Bells

A song suggested by a lovely photo of one of my little cousins.  The caption was "I don't want to close my eyes."

Why do I want you so?
Why can I never let let you go?
I can't bear to lose your face
Don't let me out of your embrace.

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to turn out the light
I don't want to fall asleep
Unless you visit my dreams tonight.
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to let you 
out of my sight
I want to keep you by my side
For always... for always.

You're the wall, I'm the vine
You're the star and I'm the shine
Where you are, that's where I'll be
You're in my heart eternally.

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to turn out the light
I don't want to fall asleep
Unless you visit my dreams tonight.
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to let you 
out of my sight
I want to keep you by my side
For always... for always.

So leave me now, as I know you must
But come back whenever you can
It will be all the more wonderful
When I see you again...

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to turn out the light
I don't want to fall asleep
Unless you visit my dreams tonight.
I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to let you 
out of my sight
I want to keep you by my side
For always, for always...
For always.

©2017 by RoZita Berry.  all rights reserved.

I Don't Want to Close My Eyes

Yet another collaboration with Robert Cook.  The story the song tells is from one of his books.  My first attempt at writing and singing blues.  I'm not Billie Holiday or Etta James, but I do what I can.  LOL

Jonesboro, Arkansas
Words by Robert Cook
Music and vocals by RoZita Berry

It all went down in the middle of the town 
of Jonesboro, Arkansas.
There was the man, guitar in hand, 
but blowing a harmonica.
Til was driving, I was riding 
in Jonesboro, Arkansas.
I climbed in the back, of her new Cadillac,
in Jonesboro, Arkansas 
In hopped the man, with guitar in hand, 
But blowing that harmonica.

We were on the run, down Highway one
Leaving Jonesboro, Arkansas,
Then Til had a plan, with that brown skinned man, 
blowing that harmonica,
Until he looked to the back, of her new Cadillac,
and liked what he saw
That little brown skinned girl became his world
South of Jonesboro, Arkansas.

I was on the run, on Highway one
escaping from the law.
Til was dead, and so was the man, 
that use to play the harmonica,
I had to run, but I had no gun, 
took the ferry to Arkansas,
with nowhere to hide, and no one on my side,
just had his harmonica
I went on the run, up Highway One
to Jonesboro, Arkansas.

©2017 by RoZita Berry and Robert Cook.  All rights reserved.

Jonesboro, Arkansas

Here's a song I collaborated on with my friend Ruth Cleven!

The Tomato Song

Words by Ruth Cleven
Music by RoZita Berry

I got me a jar of mayo, 
I got me some fresh homemade bread. 
I'm just waitin' for the vines to give me 
some 'maters that are red.

I been sitting out in the garden, 
I've been stickin' my toes in sod. 
Waitin' for the ripening, 
from the sweet sunshine of God.

Tomatoes, tomatoes, planted in the Spring. 
Tomatoes, tomatoes, what sweetness they do bring.

Earlier this year we were turning the dirt. 
Oh my goodness, Lord have mercy! 
How my back did hurt!
Lord we worked just as hard 
as a body could. 
Cuz later on we would get 
something really good!

Tomatoes, tomatoes, planted in the Spring. 
Tomatoes, tomatoes, what sweetness they do bring.

Ain't nothin' in the store 
that cost you a dime, 
that will ever be better 
than that you spent your time.
Plowing and planting, 
watering and feeding. 
And then you will get  
what you been needing.

Tomatoes, tomatoes, planted in the Spring. 
Tomatoes, tomatoes, what sweetness they do bring.

Tomatoes, tomatoes, planted in the Spring. 
Tomatoes, tomatoes, what sweetness they do bring.

©2018 by Ruth Cleven and RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

The Tomato Song

This song goes out to Nancy W. Moors, who gave me the idea, and to my sister Melinda Wooten, who wanted a fun dancin' song....

"Cowgirl Boots"

Rosie, she wanted to go to a party
her and her cousin Nancy Sue
She said, "I just bought me some brand new shoes"
but Nancy said, "Girl, they won't do.
Them city slicker gucci pumps 'll be your downfall
they'll have you in a full body sling.
Ya gotta go and get you some cowgirl boots
If ya wanna be in the swing."

Gotta get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
Them boots that are made for to dance
Wearin' them high heeled city slicker guccis,
you ain't a gonna stand a chance.
Go and get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
When in Texas, you dance like the Texans
Once you slip them honeys onto your feet
you won't need no directions!

So Rosie and Nancy went to the store
to buy her some cowgirl boots.
The sales clerk said, "Can I help you ladies?"
Rosie thought he was downright cute!
She dallied around, trying on several pairs
Until she finally found the right one.
Then she and Nancy gussied up for the evening
Getting ready for to have 'em some fun.

Gotta get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
Them boots that are made for to dance
Wearin' them high heeled city slicker guccis,
you ain't a gonna stand a chance.
Go and get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
When in Texas, you dance like the Texans
Once you slip them honeys onto your feet
you won't need no directions.

Then they went to the party, Rosie and Nancy
and there they had 'em a ball.
They danced the "Tush Push" and the "Boot Scootin' Boogie" 
and a good time was had by all.
Then all of a sudden Rosie saw the young man
that waited on them at the shoe store
When he walked up to her and asked her to dance
she plum near fell on the floor.

Gotta get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
Them boots that are made for to dance
Wearin' them high heeled city slicker guccis,
you ain't a gonna stand a chance.
Go and get you some boots, some cowgirl boots
When in Texas, you dance like the Texans
Once you slip them honeys onto your feet
you won't need no directions!

Cowgirl Boots

A warm and fuzzy song to lighten things up a bit.

Being With You

by RoZita 

Things that I love
things I enjoy
People I like to be with and see
Neighbors and friends
laughing with ease
sharing a joke
shooting the breeze
Walking on fences
up in the air
dancing at midnight
with joy to spare

being alive
all the day through
being in love...
being with you.

Watching the sky
watching the birds
watching the horses run in the field
Walking the dog
petting the cat
meeting my mom
just for a chat
Playing a game
with kids in the park
snuggling in bed
all warm in the dark...

being alive
all the day through
being in love...
being with you.


Dreaming a dream
writing a song
planning the future, worshipping God
Holiday parties
with all my kin
Discovering beauty
without and within
Seeing new places
with an old friend
hearing new stories
with happy ends

being alive
all the day through
being in love...
being with you.


being alive
all the day through
being in love...
being with you.

©2020 by RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

Being With You

I am a composer, writer, poet, and singer/songwriter and have 5 albums out on CD Baby.   I also have 12 books on Amazon.com under the name RoZita Berry.  I live in Jonesboro and have 4 cats named Tom Tom, Fritz, Hansel, and Frankie.

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