The Ride
[Verse 1]
Rolling hills, morning light,
Wheels spin, soul takes flight.
No map, no plan,
The new day comes quietly,
with a golden breath of sun
brushing the edge of early spring.
The frost forgets its hold.
O Lord, my Rock…
I cry out to You because I have nowhere else to turn.
Don’t be silent. Don’t shut me out.
If You stop speaking, if You turn away—
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When you’re up, they come around,
Smiles and love, all over town.
But lose it all, fall to the floor —
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Let go of hands that never reach
Of hearts that hide just out of reach
Let go of love that makes you small
"I don’t care for the crowds.
I don’t need the applause.
What matters is truth —
and the people who stay when no one’s watching."
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Don’t call it love, unless it’s an earthquake
You have my heart, don’t you start pulling me apart
A shallow mind, you’re so unkind
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I feel the weight of heavy eyes,
Darkened down by heavy skies.
I’ve been walking, I’ve been torn,
Song: “Watchfield Girl”
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She was born in Watchfield, fifty-nine
Small Wiltshire village, just ahead of time
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Patience is hard in a world that runs fast
Drive-thru days and the moments don’t last
One click away, everything now
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“Every good gift is from above,
Given with mercy, given with love.
A child is born, the Lord makes new,
O Land of Hope – Song Description "From sea to shining sea, Your hand has guided me." This one sits slightly apart from the rest of the collection, and I've left it there deliberately rather…
We do not take you for granted.
Nor do we take this life for granted.
It is short, it is fragile,
and it is far too precious to waste.
Natalie’s Song — Suno Version (V1)
Style suggestion: Emotional folk-pop / light acoustic / female vocal
[Intro – optional spoken or soft sung]
Every voice matters… even the quiet ones.
Again watching Angie – digging allotment
The harvest is over
The spade digs deep
Into gods earth
(Verse 1)
Before time knows it’s moving,
Before a heartbeat learns to drum,
Before the breath of heaven whispers,
The Drifter – Song Description "And someday they would know him as a man called Bob Dylan." The joke sitting inside this title is doing real, substantial work, not just providing a punchline. It says,…
[NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]
Tonight we honour a legacy that has shaped a choir,
a community,
and generations of lives.
Verse 1
When we treasure the world we have,
Change feels hard, impossible.
But the journey calls us forward,
Smoke coils high where whispers die,
the wind a ghost in a hollow sky.
Ruins lean where homes once stood,
their bones of stone, their veins of wood.
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Blades ignite in crimson light,
shadows dance in war’s cruel night.
Thunder rolls through iron cries,
I watched my wife Angela tending her flowers – like they were human – funny really…I wrote this in about 2 minutes…
Sun kissed and loved
Those tender stems
Dance and move
I sat next to my mother’s grave early one morning – wrote this song…all the tombstones leant over – except my mother’s – hers was brand new. Gaze upon those tilted stones Where lives are…
Flames inspire thought…
[Opening Verse] (Soft, tender)
Oh, love, thy name is heaven’s call,
A whisper, a dream that embraces all.
(Verse 1)
Hey there, girl on the train,
What’s your trouble, what’s your pain?
You sit there glum, that’s no fun,
This song was created after watching a modern day cowboy film – an Indians arrow went into a young woman – the arrow had a poisoned tip – a slow death came – she explained…
Still Here (But Not Really) – Song Description "A shadow wearing skin." The frightening part of this song, to me, isn't really the numbness it's describing, difficult as that numbness clearly is for whoever's experiencing…
Let It Go – Song Description "You are enough. You are everything." This is about as direct as anything I've written, and I think it earns that directness by refusing to hedge it with a…
Loneliness – some people’s life
[Verse 1]
He wakes before the morning light
An empty room, no end in sight
Growing line on wall – measuring as we grow – funny idea really
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Just a boy, only nine years old
Four foot tall, reaching, bold
Where’s my heart…” immediately create the feeling of someone searching for what has gone missing inside themselves. Passion has faded, joy feels distant, and life has become heavy — mentally, emotionally, and perhaps spiritually. The…
(Classical Ballad Version — Male + Female Vocal + Choir)
[NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]
Tonight we honour a legacy that has shaped a choir,
a community,