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

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

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

Time and Again (I Fall in Love With You)

Dancing on the Wind

Loving the You in You

You and I

Fairest Lord Jesus

Wherever I Am (He is There)

Morning Has Broken

Be Thou My Vision

In You, Lord

All Creatures of Our God and King

My setting of a wonderful poem by my Facebook buddy C. Patrick Marcum.

I sit in silence as you sleep
And listen as you breathe
Knowing that each breath may be your last
And I know I share this quiet burden 
with many others
Sitting in Silence
Waiting in silence.

Do they also want to scream?
Do they also want to break the silence?
And hope for the burden to end 
but not quite ready yet?

I weep
My tears sting my face
I call to God for Peace
And I remember
A promise of enduring love
Sitting in Silence
Waiting in silence.
And I sit again with my quiet burden
My burden speaks to me, 
I hear a voice from the past
Singing a lullaby..

Who is this?
I listen
I find peace in the voice
I no longer want to scream.

Your breath is gone, you are gone
But I still hear that lullaby...
Our quiet Burdens have been lifted
Sitting in Silence
Waiting in silence.

"Be still and know that I am God"
I understand
I still weep
My tears still sting my face
My quiet burden
Becomes my quiet thanks.
We find Grace
We find Peace
We find Love
Sitting in Silence
Waiting in silence.

Waiting in silence... 

©2017 by C. Patrick Marcum and RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

Waiting in Silence

This song was inspired by a post by Angelique Anderson on Facebook, which she graciously allowed me to use.

Wanting to love in a world that loves only with conditions;
Wanting to share myself, when people don’t want to listen.  
Wanting to heal, when people only want to break
Wanting to give, when people only want to take.

Where is real love?
Where do I find it?
How do I tear down the walls
that people build 
to protect themselves from pain?
Must I live out my life alone?
Must I settle for less than the best?
How do I cure the world of fear
and break the chains?

Sometimes the world seems a prison with everyone in their own cell
Wanting a corner of heaven but creating their own hell
Trying to heal, but refusing all offers of help
Wanting freedom but afraid of that first step...

Where is real love?
Where do I find it?
How do I tear down the walls
that people build 
to protect themselves from pain?
Must I live out my life alone?
Must I settle for less than the best?
How do I cure the world of fear
and break the chains?

©2018 by RoZita Berry.  All rights reserved.

Where is Real Love?

A song inspired by something I used to say to my cats when calling them in out of nasty weather.   Thought I'd dig it out and refurb a little, although it's not quite the time of year for it yet.

Winter is coming, 
the night smells of snow
the air is cold and chilly
as the north winds blow
I see you standing out there 
in the sad and stormy blast
Why not come in where the light is
at last? 

Come in where it's cozy
let's have coffee and cake
Why wander alone 
in the rain and the storm?
Let's kiss and make up
for both our hearts' sake
And stay where we'll be safe and warm?
Come in where it's cozy
let's forget about our ire
Come in and sit beside me
by the fire.

I can see you shivering 
and nursing your pain
why not swallow your pride
and come in from the rain
We could watch a movie
work puzzles or sing songs
or we could make love
all night long....

Come in where it's cozy
let's have coffee and cake
Why wander alone 
in the rain and the storm?
Let's kiss and make up
for both our hearts' sake
And stay where we'll be safe and warm?
Come in where it's cozy
let's forget about our ire
Come in and sit beside me
by the fire.

©2014 by RoZita B.  All rights reserved.

Come In Where It's Cozy

Me doing the Andrews Sisters again!  The song I mean!  LOL  Downloadable, of course.  By Don Raye and Hughie Prince.


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The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B

The title comes from a Native American (Algonquin, I think) name for the full moon of November.   They have so many poetic names for the 12 moons of the year, I might end up making a song for each.  Meanwhile, here's this.

"Beaver Moon"

Words & music by RoZita B.

It was on a chill November night
that I lost my heart too soon
I heard the mournful howl of a wolf
and the eerie cry of a loon;
when I saw your face 
and heard you call my name
and its echo died in silence 
beneath the Beaver Moon.

As the Beaver Moon
rises so high and bright
wearing a misty halo
on this November night;
I lie upon the ground
and hear the ghostly croon
of the wind blowing through the dead woods
beneath the Beaver Moon.

And on a blasted autumn day
one Sunday afternoon 
I saw the grey and cloudy sky
flocks of wild geese upon it strewn
and as I watched the sun
sinking into the lake
filling with fiery ripples
then rose the Beaver Moon.

As the Beaver Moon
rises so high and bright
wearing a misty halo
on this November night
I lie upon the ground
and hear the ghostly croon
of the wind blowing through the dead woods
beneath the Beaver Moon.

It drifted through the rolling clouds
like a sail or a lost balloon.
By its light I saw a beaver trap
and there I met my doom.
My heart was captured then
upon that frosty bank
bound to you forever
beneath the Beaver Moon.

As the Beaver Moon
rises so high and bright
wearing a misty halo
on this November night
I lie upon the ground
and hear the ghostly croon
of the wind blowing through the dead woods
beneath the Beaver Moon.


©2019 by RoZita B.  All rights reserved.

Beaver Moon

When the Lights Went Out

The lovely Huron Carol, arranged and sung by yours truly.

Huron Carol

I am a composer, writer, poet, and singer/songwriter and have 5 albums out on CD Baby.   I also have 16 books on Amazon.com under the name RoZita Berry.  I live in Jonesboro and have 2 cats named Rufus and Hansel.

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