CHRISTMAS SHARINEO'NEILL

Pop/Folk Ballad

What makes us learn

It was the fire
what made an ape a human
It was desire
what brought together man and woman
It was the wheel
what brought mankind on top
but what a deal
will get this race to stop

	
It was the rocket
what brought us to the moon
It´s in you pocket
what made our trade so bloom
It was the power
what brought in our homes the light
but it´s the flower
what opens up our heart so wide

Where does all this lead us up to
what next are we going to do

What makes us live 
What makes us die
What makes us turn
What makes us learn.....

What makes us learn

Lyrics of 

        Goldrush

	Poor men searching for their dream.
	Dream of lots of money and fame.
	and forget about their sense of life.
	Leaving behind their kids and wives.
	Just for gold and wealthy life.
	Most of them don´t make the drive.	

	There is a goldrush going on
	There is a goldrush do not wrong
	Many men are searching for their nuggets 
	working hard carry dirt loaded buckets
	There is a goldrush going on
	But the goldrush won´t last long
	Miners fever strikes ém down every day
	beside the trace of gold in dirt and clay

	Poor men looking for better life
	Hunt for food just with a knife
	and ask for one more loan in banks
	Needing it for new shovels and pans
	Wash ten thousand tons of dirt	
	Blow their ways through mountain Curt	

	There is a goldrush going on
	There is a goldrush do not wrong
	Old men return home to their wives 
	having spent their health and lives
	There is a goldrush going on
	But the goldrush won´ last long
	Many diggers are looking for the big ore
	a few are lucky most of them don´t score

Goldrush

Folk - Country

Lyrics:
Red dust in my eyes
WORDS & MUSIC BY SHARINE O'NEILL

	I fall down
	I can see all ´round
	soon, I´m gonna die
	I´m falling down from clouds so high

	I´m not alone
	from far away I do come
	brothers ans sisters follow me
	all of us will change again to be free

	Locked up as a drop of rain
	falling and raising again and again
	but when I hit the ground
	I´ll spend life all ´round
	though, I get red dust in my eyes
	though, I get red dust in my eyes

	When I die
	soon after I will dry
	to raise and fly again
	to become a new drop of falling rain

	All my brothers
	and sisters, all the others
	I ´ll meet them soon again
	somewhere between the sun and moon

	Locked up as a drop of rain
	falling and raising again and again
	but when I hit the ground
	I´ll spend life all ´round
	though, I get red dust in my eyes
	though, I get red dust in my eyes

What makes us learn

Sharine O'Neill