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Old Red Shoes 1. Acre & a Half
2. Here the Darkness is Welcome
3. Journey is Hard
4. The Great Mandala
5. The Time Has Come
6. Old Red Shoes
7. Rosetta Stone
8. Rich Man's War
9. On Her Wedding Day
10. Honey Bee
11. Robin Egg Blue
12. Vasalisa
13. La Llorona
14. Let the Mystery Be
15. Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?

All songs were written by Carol Hendrix Burrus, unless otherwise indicated.

Acre & a Half

When we drove in the driveway, the first thing I saw
was the patch of wild flowers that you never would mow.
Buttercups were always guaranteed their full life, out on your acre and a half.
On the back-screened porch the glider swung slow.
We listened to cicadas as the wild winds would blow.
At night we'd stay up late, but when it was time for bed,
The mattresses piled high and feather pillows for our heads.
You'd sing "Down in the valley, the valley so low..."
Out on your acre and a half now, how I wish I could go.
Inside the house with funny smells and crooked floors,
We'd find a closet door and look inside.
We found all kinds of treasures, like a lock of Daddy's hair,
a dozen clocks counting out our childhood time.
You'd tell us stories you told a thousand times.
You could always make us laugh.
We could do no wrong in your loving eyes.
Out on your acre and a half.

Here the Darkness is Welcome

Oh the darkness has come.
For a while we've a respite from the sun.
We dig in our burrows.
Here the darkness is welcome.
In the dark, we hum in the quiet,
hiding in shadows, resting from light.
On this part of the earth we have nothing to fear,
when Old Man Winter brings his cold winds here.
I long to be a dormant seed:
time in the deep dark is what I need.
I close my eyes and in the quiet I see
what is growing deep inside of me.
Oh the darkness has come.
For a while we've a respite from the sun.
We go in our caves.
Here the darkness is welcome.
After a while, I no longer thirst
feeling refreshed from my winter's rest.
I can pull back the stone and step outside.
Then I'm ready, ready to take the ride.

Journey Is Hard

There's a place for tender mercy. There's a place for the weak.
When the cup runneth over, from the top of the peak.
Somehow in nature's unfolding, she turned some of us loud.
At the height of great voices, feels like a raging shout.
Oh your journey is hard and your heart is bare.
And tears come so easily in the midst of the fire.
As the sky turns to darkness, let your senses retire.
You weep for a flower's scent. Tears rip open your soul.
Life on earth with its torments will surely take its toll.
Turn back to the ocean. Float out to the sea
Your tears but a drop, of all that would be.

The Great Mandala

Written by Peter Yarrow

So I told him that he'd better shut his mouth
And do his job like a man.
And he answered "Listen, Father,
I will never kill another."
He thinks he's better
than his brother that died
What the hell does he think he's doing
To his father who brought him up right?

Take your place on The Great Mandala
As it moves through your brief moment of time.
Win or lose now you must choose now
And if you lose you're only losing your life.

Tell the jailer not to bother
With his meal of bread and water today.
He is fasting 'til the killing's over
He's a martyr, he thinks he's a prophet.
But he's a coward, he's just playing a game
He can't do it, he can't change it
It's been going on for ten thousand years

Take your place on The Great Mandala
As it moves through your brief moment of time.
Win or lose now you must choose now
And if you lose you're only losing your life.

Tell the people they are safe now
Hunger stopped him, he lies still in his cell.
Death has gagged his accusations
We are free now, we can kill now,
We can hate now, now we can end the world
We're not guilty, he was crazy
And it's been going on for ten thousand years!

Take your place on The Great Mandala
As it moves through your brief moment of time.
Win or lose now you must choose now
And if you lose you've only wasted your life.

The Time Has Come

I wake to the sound of falling rain
The tears have found my eyes again.
My days, my days feel hollow
Well, they say, you reap what you sow.
I feel the wild wind rising across the land.
The time has come for us to take a stand.
I hear the roar of a thousand voices
Crying out, these are not our choices
We turn and glare at those across the sea:
The problem must be there, it just couldn't be you or me.

Old Red Shoes

All of the sudden, your walkin' down the aisle in marriage,
when he showed up in his jeweled and gilded carriage.
But one and one, they ain't always two.
Back in the thorny woods, well, you knew what to do.
Sister, sister, put on your old red shoes.
You know the grey ones always give you the blues.
Dance your own dance, free and wild.
Child of a mother, or a motherless child.
Sister, sister, put on your old red shoes.
He took you shopping, said he'd have some new ones made.
They'll even make them in your favorite, rosy shade.
Open the box, they're so shiny and new!
Out in the suburbs baby, do you know what to do?
You put on your new red shoes and started to dance around
Down every street and path, on every inch of ground
You danced all day and the whole night through
You can't stop dancing & you don't know what to do.
Dance and dance and dance and dance...
Sister, sister, put on your old red shoes.
You know those new red ones,
they always give you the blues.

Rosetta Stone

I woke up from a dream: a flush of memories flooded my mind.
Something lingered, the color of red: the words unspoken and the feelings unsaid.
A lost soul I was meant to find.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na...
My body is Rosetta Stone: rock, earth and sand.
Can you tell my story from my eyes, from my hands?
My dreams are filled with flight, an eagle flying high.
But I know no native land. I have no native land.
I dream of my ancestors round the fire, though I know they never gathered in one place.
Telling stories of their beloved lands. They hold the future in the palm of their hands.
And we see it all in their faces.

Rich Man's War

Written by Steve Earle

Jimmy joined the army 'cause he had no place to go
There ain't nobody hirin'
'round here since all the jobs went
down to Mexico
Reckoned that he'd learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he's got a rifle in his hand
Rollin' into Baghdad wonderin' how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war

Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he's still there
Chasin' ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war

When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin' ourselves we're free

Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain't nothin' else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin' 'bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way

He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war

On Her Wedding Day

On her wedding day, snow covered the ground. The deep cold chilled to the bone.
The holly was green in a sea of white. The earth was hard as a stone.
Oh, she was pretty in her wedding gown! She came down the stairs in her veil.
The wedding march played a solemn dirge, and the skin on her neck looked so pale.
In my mind's eye, I ran to her side, grabbed her hand and begged her to run.
But my legs stood still, like I was deep in a dream. And the wedding vows were all said and done.
I saw under her gown, her pointed shoes. She tried to dance, but could barely stand.
And when her knees gave, she fell to the floor, and the music played on, from the band.
The look in her eyes as he pulled her close showed the taste of a bitter pill.
She hoped this would cure her lonely heart. Who knows if it ever will?
I had to get out, the walls were closing in. Nothing, this night, could change what's done.
As the snow came down, I looked back and saw, my footsteps were forever gone.

Honey Bee

We've been together a long, long time and I knew it right from the start.
That you were the one for me, my baby, so I opened up my heart.
I might get stung, once or twice. Baby that's just the kind of sacrifice
For your sweet, sweet, sweet honey.
When I first saw you standin' there, I wanted your lips so fine.
My knees began to tremble baby, hoping that you'd be mine.
When you gotta go, just give me a kiss.. While you're gone, you know I will miss ya'
Come back home to me, my sweet honey bee.
I know you can't be here all the time, twenty-four hours a day.
But my heart skips a beat when you're gone, won't ya tell me you're gonna stay.
Other men can have that sugar cane. If I had to do it over, I would do it again
For your sweet, sweet honey.

Robin Egg Blue

Written by Herman Kluge and Patsy Kirrane

He's got the rock and I've got the roll and ah, we can bill and coo.
He's not a man that will set down goals, but there's no tellin' what he could do.
The man could see my very soul, 'cause his eyes are robin egg blue.
See everything inside of me, 'cause his eyes are robin egg blue.
He's kind of fat and his hair is greasy. His skin's kind of blotchy too.
He sings off-key and he acts too easy, but what's a poor girl to do?
The boy can have his way with me, 'cause his eyes are robin egg blue.
Do anything that he wants with me, 'cause his eyes are robin egg blue.
Boys with eyes that are green like a pickle, talk real mean and act real fickle.
Boys with eyes that are violet, well they deserve what they can get.
Boys with eyes that are brown like dirt tell you lies, then act real hurt.
If you want a boy that's sweet and true, get you one with eyes that are robin egg blue!
Forget he's chunky, forget he's funky. Forget that greasy do.
So what he can't sing and dances clunky. You just love him like you do.
You just love, love, love him all the time.
Cause his eyes are robin egg blue.

Vasalisa

On the forest path, it's dark and lonely
And when I don't know which road to take
I've got your wisdom. I'll make my own way.
As the sun descends, I slowly awake.

You revealed a tiny doll, dressed in white & blue
When I'm lost she tells me what I can do.

Mother, ever-watchful, you've protected me.
You have hovered as I've readied for the world.
You're growing ever smaller and you're leaving me.
I see you dwindle as your last breath's unfurled.
Vasalisa, you lay beside me on my pillow: I'll never let us part.
And when I leave, I tie you to my breast, so you can hear the beat of my heart.

The rain comes in the night and it's hard to sleep.
The night suspends the time and the fears run deep.
I stay quiet and let myself hear.
She shows me the way and the sky grows clear.

You revealed a tiny doll, dressed in white & blue
When I'm lost she tells me what I can do.

La Llorona

La Llorona, you fell for a wealthy man.
He said he loved you, you had his two babies and then,
You did not marry, no promise would hold him to stay.

He said goodbye, he's taking the babies to Spain
He doesn't love you, your heart it is filled with such pain.
Run to the river! Let the torrents sweep you all away.

If you go down to the river in the dark of the night,
You may see La Llorona in the faint moonlight.
And her long, cold fingers drag the river bed.
La Llorona sweeps the river with her long, dark hair.

La Llorona ascended to heaven's gate
La Llorona must serve out her tell-tale fate.
To enter heaven, her children's souls she must find.
Two sons between us, then he said he was going away
He cannot take them: he will not have his way.
And now the river holds me 'til the end of time.

If you go down to the river in the dark of the night,
You may see La Llorona in the faint moonlight.
And her long, cold fingers drag the river bed.
La Llorona sweeps the river with her long, dark hair.

Let the Mystery Be

Written by Iris Dement

Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
No one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.

Some say once you're gone you're gone forever, and some say you're gonna come back.
Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour if in sinful ways you lack.
Some say that they're comin' back in a garden, bunch of carrots and little sweet peas.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.

Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
No one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.

Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory and I ain't saying it ain't a fact.
But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory and I don't like the sound of that.
Well, I believe in love and I live my life accordingly.
I choose to let the mystery be.

Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from.
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done.
No one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.
I think I'll just let the mystery be.

Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?

Written by Louis Alter and Eddie DeLange

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
and miss it all night and day?
I know I'm not wrong, but the feeling's getting stronger
the longer I stay away.

Miss the moss covered pines,
the tall sugar pines
where mockingbirds used to sing
And I long to see the lazy Mississippi hurrying into Spring.

Moonlight on the bayou,
a creole tune that fills the air.
I dream about magnolias in June
And soon I'm wishin that I was there.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
when that's where you left your heart?
And there's something more, I miss the one I long for
More than I miss New Orleans.