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Woodland Band

Walking through the grass at a summer fest
Intending to see the grandstand best
I’m stopped by the sound of a fiddle
through the trees

Music pulls me like a magnet does a nail
And all I can do is turn back on the trail
'Til I’m just following my feet

They've got a lantern lit at the edge of the woods
They've got a little fire not going very good
And they’re clapping & singing to an old fiddle tune.

I hang back in the trees like a wolf around a fire
Held by fear, pulled by desire
Hey there you, join the firelight
Don’t sit back on the edge of the night
Come on in, don’t be shy
If you can’t sing you can clap your hands
Anything goes in a woodland band
We don’t care if you can’t play
We don’t play by the rules anyway
We’re just perfecting a good time

From my dim hiding place
I can’t make out a single face
Just dancing shapes in the dark
I squint my eyes & try to see
How many or who they might be
But I make out only fiddles & guitars
I hear a voice say
“Is it just me or is something moving
in the trees? Hey you, we know
Where you are!"

Mama’s Shoes

Mama outlined in the kitchen window
Her hands below the sill where I can’t see
Gazing blindly out into the dark yard
I’m beyond the light, she can’t see me.

Lift the latch on the back screen door, mama
Lift the latch on the back screen door
Lift it before summer’s through
Cause if you don’t, I’ll be just like you
I’ll be just like you.

"Mama, I want to be just like you."
She turns the cotton dishrag in her hands
“You are only four years old my darlin’,
I hope when you grow up you’ll understand”

I like to go up sometimes to the attic
I like to walk around in mamas shoes
There’s a trunk there up under the rafters
Holds the clothes mama used to use.

Goodnight Baby

I never saw a man look so lonely
Never saw young eyes look so old
A desperation matched only
By the one I’ve always had to hold
Now my arms around him every day
Loving eyes search his face
They grow less tired as he stops to say
We’ve always been walking toward this place

Goodnight baby,
Goodnight baby,
I’ll be here when you wake up…
You’ll never have to search for my love

He never saw a woman look so lonely
Never saw young eyes look so old
A desperation matched only
By the one he’s always had to hold
Now his arms around me every day
Loving eyes search my face
They grow less tired as he stops to say
We’ve always been walking toward this place

I’ll be here when you wake up
You’ll never have to fight for my love

Guardian

If you come by my campsite
Day or night
Let you be forewarned

Let you be forewarned
There’s a guardian at my door

It watches while I eat
It’s eyes are open while I sleep
Every minute of the day
Always watching …. Over me

There’s a guardian at my door

It sees in the dark
It hears miles away
It will discover who you are…
If you’re not a friend of mine
It’ll send you away

Bad Memory

You’ll have to pardon me, but I forgot your name
It slipped out when you walked in the door
Oh it frustrates me, but it works that way
Though I’ve seen you a thousand times before

There’s a nightmare in my bedroom
Folded hanging on a chair
Just an arm’s length away
It comes to find me if I forget it’s there
Did you forget to come out and play
With your bad memory

Oh, forgive me if I apologize
We both know I’m not to blame
Just words to say I learned to survive
Long before I heard your name

I’m sorry, too, that I’m not the way
I might have been, but who’s to know?
Treasure buried fast is so hard to reclaim
Deep, so not a trace will show

No Shame

Sit by the window
In your kitchen chair
The days are slow, aren’t they
Now that I’m not there

You say you have sorrow
You say you have pain
You talk of tomorrow
Like you have no shame

Out in the backyard
Piles up the snow
Your waterline is frozen, farmer
And you’ve got nowhere to go

If you try to visit
Sacred places that you’ve been
You’ll find the bridges ashes
Of unforgiven sin

Saturday Morning

Saturday morning can’t come too soon.
Just one of those things makes life worthwhile
Just one of those things always makes me smile
Just one of those things, Saturday mornings with you

Something to be said when you know you’re lucky
Something to be said when you know you got it good
Something to be said when you know wake up saying thank you
(and you know we should)


You say, “where’d the day go?”
You say, “How’d the light turn blue?”
You say, “how’d it get so late?”
….It’s Saturday…. Saturday afternoon!

Dear Marlene

Dear Marlene, I can’t sleep no matter what I do
There’s a hole in my window screen,
I’m finally gonna write to you, Marlene.


Cause I’ve had some hard, hard times, Marlene
It’s a long way back down, you know what I mean
And I hope you’re not the one
Who’ll say the things to make me run again, Marlene

Like that you felt the way I feel
And you said the same things I say
Could such coincidence be real?
Are we both crazy the same way?

Marlene, there’s a cold place in my soul
A dark twisted empty hole
I’m terrified that’s where I’m gonna go, Marlene

Marlene, I hope you had a steel guitar…
I hope you had a fast, good running car
I hope you knew how to fly…..

Solitary Child

I came upon a solitary child
Walking in the forest wild
Solitary child, you might walk with me a while.

I am not alone, she said
I keep companions in my head
They come to me when e’re I call
You see I’m not alone at all

(But your eyes, like the moon, light up the room
They make it hard to ignore you)

I was once alone like you
The fantasies I had them, too
Conversations in my head
Never filled my empty bed


You’re lost in the dark, I’ve been there where you are
I’ll find the way and remind you.
You’re lost in the dark, I’ve been there where you are
I’ll find the way and remind you.

Your eyes, like the moon, light up the room….
They make it easy…..

The Ghost of Amy Brown

Mama I went walking through the vineyard last night
I think I saw….I think I saw a ghost
She walked very softly, oh she moved kinda smooth…
The wind gently played around her clothes

Now, you will think I’m crazy, you will think I’m mad
I swear to you, it was the strangest thing
But I was not afraid, there was peace in the way
She moved, and the soft low way she’d sing

I would like to know why she haunts the fields at night
Did something in her life go wrong?
People always tell me if your life’s not right
You will pace the earth, your pain never gone

It was indeed a ghost my girl,
The ghost of Amy Brown, but you’re not crazy
Not to be afraid. They said she lived a common life
It had its ups and downs, and these vineyards,
This is where she prayed.

She prayed to the air, and she prayed to the trees
She prayed to all the shades of green
She prayed to the rain, and to the driving snow
And day and night, and all that’s in between

On the day she died, went to the other side,
She was smiled upon, and offered what she will.
They talked about heaven, everlasting peace,
And a heart finally full, finally still.


She said “Thank you for your offer, I know it’s very fine,
But can you use the place for someone besides me?
Cause all I’ve ever wanted was to walk these fields at night
I can’t wish for any finer place to be.”


It was indeed a ghost, my girl
The ghost of Amy Brown
But you’re not crazy, not to be afraid
They say she lived a common life
It had it’s up and downs
But these vineyards, this is where she prayed
These vineyards, this is where she prayed.

Green River

The first time I saw the river
I was a little child
I thought I could walk across it
Scared mama as she smiled

It steams the morning valley
Cleans the midnight town
My friend the river
The bank is slippery down


Deceive me green river
Deceive me as you go
Look like standing water
Even as you roll

Throw a stone in the river
The circles fan out slow
Then fade to bottle water
And fill up the hole

Throw a stick in the river
Sleeping in the sun
Race around the corner
One blink and then it’s gone

The first time I saw the river
I was a little child
Thought I could walk across it
Scared mama as she smiled.

Lyrics and Music copyright© 1996 Lisa Bigwood/New Pants/Ascap

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