The Greater Love
ONCE upon a time,
Little Golden-Head,
Steeples used to chime,
And their chiming said:
'Peace is in the land —
Joy on every hand.'
Glowing youths and men
Rose and went their ways,
Some to hill and glen,
Some to shining bays.
And they left behind
Ills of heart and mind.
Oh, but it was sweet
Underneath the trees,
Bare of throat and feet,
Bathed in golden ease,
Two and two to lie
While the hours went by!
Sweet indeed it was
Thus to lie and laze,
Couched upon the grass
Through the shining days —
Sweet to breathe the air,
Free of toil and care!
On the beaches then,
Sporting with the sea,
Gathered brown-limbed men
Graced like statuary
Chiselled by some bold
Master hand of old.
All were guests of Joy;
All his sportive clan —
Here a shouting boy,
There a jesting man,
While the breakers hymned,
Braving them, stout-limbed.
Listen, Golden-Head!
Came a Wondrous One
Unto each, and said:
'Look on me, my son!
Am I not above
All things else you love?'
Then that love began
Which is more than life —
More than love of man,
Love of maid or wife;
Love of queen or king,
Aught or anything.
Little Golden-Head,
Is it well to tell
How they wrought and bled,
How they fought and fell
In their glowing prime,
Once upon a time?
Nay, but it is writ
That such things must be;
Oh the shame of it,
Oh the tragedy!
Oh the days of rue,
Oh the glory, too!
Little Golden-Head,
By the skies above,
By our honoured dead,
You shall know that love —
Know, and hold the time
When 'twas born sublime!
poem by Roderic Quinn
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I Hang My Head & Cry
(a) ever time I see her (a7) passin (d) by,
All I (e7) do is hang my head and (a) cry,
And I cant forget her (a7) tho I (d) try,
All I (e7) do is hang my head and (a) cry.
Oh, I know not how to ease my mind,
Since she left a world of love be - hind,
Ever time I see her passin by,
All I do is hang my head and cry.
Golden love, oh, golden love youre gone,
But each broken dream still lingers on,
And my weary heart keeps askin why,
All I do is hang my head and cry.
Foolish pride, oh, pride, what have you done,
You have made me lose my only one,
Now each time I see her passin by,
All I do is hang my head and cry.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Clocks.
(Emmylou Harris)
Old brown clock ticking on my shelf
Take my mind to someplace else
Little gold clock ticking by my bed
Funny little people dancing 'round my head
Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace
Some of which shining on your sweet face
Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing love away
Nothing golden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...
Time is always taking me
Places I don't want to be
But when the morning rise the moon
I know a bird day's coming soon
Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing love away
Nothing golden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...
Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace
Some of which shining on your sweet face
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Golden Valley
To perchase his boat and to ppurchase your love,
And like Enoch's white horse to his lover;
But your golden valley of love lay bare,
For i have to overflow it with love.
To purchase her boat and to purchase his love,
And like Eve's baby to her sweet lover;
But your golden valley lay bare,
And i have to water it with my love.
A patient wife,
And to watch them overflow the banks of love;
For the changes seen came out of it.
This love is like a seaman's glass,
And the passion it generates is from her;
But like a caged bird escaping suddenly,
The long and narrow sheet of the valley was noticed.
Let them sing around the old tree,
And let them enjoy the fruits of love;
For it is pleasant to see kind heart in true love.
Icy and chilly,
And birds of rare plume;
Fill the red bowls in the golden valley with love and,
Let me bath you all day long in this sweet muse of love.
A rich and savoury stew to serve in the golden valley,
And of natural beauties to swing with the muse;
But i can still hear the voices from the old trees.
My memory can still retrace your love,
And of your beauty in the golden valley of love;
But with a thankful heart i envy nobody,
Because sweet came out of your world in this valley.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Head & Heart
Written by john martyn, 1972
Found on homecoming.
Theres just no way to say how much I love you
You never make me cry and thats just fine
Ive only got my fear to burn above me
You know we all get scared from time to time
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
Theres just no way to play the things Im feelin
No way to tell you all the things you mean
Every day I only feel like stealin
Away to where I know I can be free
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me when Im wild
Laying down the ways to say I need you
Scared of lookin tall and feeling small
Running through the days I have beside you
Scared of being wrong, and thats it all
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
song performed by by America
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My Love
Our love is like a golden ring
Wrapped around our finger.
Our love is like a shining star
Bright our future.
Love is blind
But with you is eyed.
Love is bitter
But with you is sweet.
Yes love is hell
But with you is heaven.
Love is worst than mantle
But with you is like a beautiful crust.
Love is tough
But with you is easy.
Love is stressful
But with you is capable.
Love is dirty
But with you is clear.
Love is death
But with you is life.
Love is war
But with you is peace.
Love is violent
But with you is peace.
Love is poverty
But with you is wealth.
Love is bad
But with you is good.
Love is nothing
But with you is everything.
Love is a blinking moon
But with you is a shining sun.
I am the young
And you are the wrestles.
I am the bold
And you are the beautiful.
Love is nothing
But with you is everything.
poem by Elvis Fout
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Head And Heart
There's just no way to say how much I love you
You never make me cry and that's just fine
I've only got my fear to burn above me
You know we all get scared from time to time
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
There's just no way to play the things I'm feelin'
No way to tell you all the things you mean
Every day I only feel like stealin'
Away to where I know I can be free
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me when I'm wild
Laying down the ways to say I need you
Scared of lookin' tall and feeling small
Running through the days I have beside you
Scared of being wrong, and that's it all
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
Love me with your head and heart
Love me from the place it starts
Love me with your head and heart
Love me like a child
song performed by by America
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New Life, New Love
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
And I mark how the dark green gum trees match
The bright blue dome of the sky.
The rain has been, and the grass is green
Where the slopes were bare and brown,
And I see the things that I used to see
In the days ere my head went down.
I have found a light in my long dark night,
Brighter than stars or moon;
I have lost the fear of the sunset drear,
And the sadness of afternoon.
Here let us stand while I hold your hand,
Where the light’s on your golden head—
Oh! I feel the thrill that I used to feel
In the days ere my heart was dead.
The storm’s gone by, but my lips are dry
And the old wrong rankles yet—
Sweetheart or wife, I must take new life
From your red lips warm and wet!
So let it be, you may cling to me,
There is nothing on earth to dread,
For I’ll be the man that I used to be
In the days ere my heart was dead!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Till You Opened My Eyes
This song was first released on the some days are diamonds album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Down, down, down deeper into love
All around, I can feel your love
All my life Ive been dreaming
Night into morning
Till you opened my eyes
Love, love, love such a mystery
Golden light shining down on me
Soft and warm as the warming
But I never saw it
Till you opened my eyes
Floating in circles, Im flying
It feels so good that Im crying
Down, down, down deep inside of me
Love sweet loves all that I can see
Golden light keeps on shining
Shining forever, since you opened my eyes
Words and music by alan rush, randy cullers and dennis linde
song performed by by John Denver
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Carrying Your Love With Me
Wherever I go,
I carry your love with me
within a crumpled photograph
tucked in my wallet.
That photograph you gave me
so long ago.
It maybe old and faded,
the corners maybe bent,
but I see in that photo
all that love represents.
Our golden years together,
our happiness and pain,
and our love rescuing us
time and time again.
I remember our courting days
as we raced hand in hand
across the golden sadly beaches
towards our sunset together.
Though you reached that sunset before me,
no doubt I will follow you soon,
and we will be reunited
in each other’s arms.
However, in the meantime,
I have wonderful memories
locked within this old photograph,
and I keep carrying your love with me
wherever I may go.
9 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Under The Sea
This golden land,
This golden love,
This golden care,
This golden peace,
And of this Island of peace under the sea!
But seventy times seventy in th ename of love;
So try to forgive and be forgiven in this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Organist
In his dim chapel day by day
The organist was wont to play,
And please himself with fluted reveries;
And all the spirit's joy and strife,
The longing of a tender life,
Took sound and form upon the ivory keys;
And though he seldom spoke a word,
The simple hearts that loved him heard
His glowing soul in these.
One day as he wrapped, a sound
Of feet stole near; he turned and found
A little maid that stood beside him there.
She started, and in shrinking-wise
Besought him with her liquid eyes
And little features, very sweet and spare.
'You love the music, child,' he said,
And laid his hand upon her head,
And smoothed her matted hair.
She answered, 'At the door one day
I sat and heard the organ play;
I did not dare to come inside for fear;
But yesterday, a little while,
I crept half up the empty aisle
And heard the music sounding sweet and clear;
To-day I thought you would not mind,
For, master dear, your face was kind,
And so I came up here.'
'You love the music then,' he said,
And still he stroked her golden head,
And followed out some winding reverie;
'And you are poor?' said he at last;
The maiden nodded, and he passed
His hand across his forehead dreamingly;
'And will you be my friend?' he spake,
'And on the organ learn to make
Grand music here with me?'
And all the little maiden's face
Was kindled with a grateful grace;
'Oh, master, teach me; I will slave for thee!'
She cried; and so the child grew dear
To him, and slowly year by year
He taught her all the organ's majesty;
And gave her from his slender store
Bread and warm clothing, that no more
Her cheeks were pinched to see.
And year by year the maiden grew
Taller and lovelier, and the hue
Deepened upon her tender cheeks untried.
Rounder, and queenlier, and more fair
Her form grew, and her golden hair
Fell yearly richer at the master's side.
In speech and bearing, form and face,
Sweeter and graver, grace by grace,
Her beauties multiplied.
And sometimes at his work a glow
Would touch him, and he murmured low
'How beautiful she is?' and bent his head;
And sometimes when the day went by
And brought no maiden he would sigh,
And lean and listen to her velvet tread;
And he would drop his hands and say,
'My music cometh not to-day;
Pray God she be not dead!'
So the sweet maiden filled his heart,
And with her growing grew his art,
For day by day more wondrously he played.
Such heavenly things the master wrought,
That in his happy dreams he thought,
The organ's self did love the gold-haired maid:
But she, the maiden, never guessed-
What prayers for her in hours of rest
The sombre organ prayed.
At last, one summer morning fair,
The maiden came with braided hair,
And took his hands, and held them eagerly.
'To-morrow is my wedding day;
Dear master, bless me that the way
Of life be smooth, not bitter unto me.'
He stirred not; but the light did go
Out of his shrunken cheeks, and oh!
His head hung heavily.
'You love him, then?' 'I love him well,'
She answered, and a numbness fell
Upon his eyes and all his heart that bled.
A glory, half a smile, abode
Within the maiden's eyes and glowed
Upon her parted lips. The master said,
'God bless and bless thee, little maid,
With peace and long delight,' and laid
His hands upon her head.
And she was gone; and all that day
The hours crept up and slipped away,
And he sat still, as moveless as a stone.
The night came down, with quiet stars,
And darkened him: in coloured bars
Along the shadowy aisle the moonlight shone.
And then the master woke and passed
His hands across the keys at last,
And made the organ moan.
The organ shook, the music wept;
For sometimes like a wail it crept
In broken moanings down the shadows drear;
And otherwhiles the sound did swell,
And like a sudden tempest fell
Through all the windows wonderful and clear.
The people gathered from the street,
And filled the chapel seat by seat-
They could not choose but hear.
And there they sat till dawning light,
Nor ever stirred to awe. 'To-night,
The master hath a noble mood,' they said.
But on a sudden ceased the sound:
Like ghosts the people gathered round,
And on the keys they found his fallen head.
The silent organ had received
The master's broken heart relieved,
And he was white and dead.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Promised You A Miracle
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance as love takes a train
Summer breeze and brilliant light
One love she sees
He controls on love
Love sails to a new life
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible
With promises
Everything is possible
Oh no
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance reflects on them a while
Love screams so quietly
Slipping back on golden times
Breathing with sweet memories
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life mirrors a cure
Everything is possible in the game of life
Everything is possible
Oh no
Chance lost pearls of great price
Take care of family
Only aches for love
Love waits for fame
In chance in chance theyll see
I promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Only love she sees
He controls on love
Life throws a cure
Everything is possible in the game of life
A burning dream
You can be queen
Everything is possible
Words & music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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The Golden Cup
The golden cup,
I will now make them husband and wife!
For Edward was his son and Ethel was her daughter,
But the muse of love brought them together.
The sun fell on my knees and i said,
'Who shall bring me closer again to your love'?
And to weep in secret for the golden cup because,
The silence of the room made me remember!
They took the boy and cried out loud!
But what have they done to the girl?
And from Kenya to see my own people,
For the golden cup is now on the table at last.
Oh, if i could look on her sweet face once again;
And like the silent water slipping down from the hills;
For my lovely Isle is now far from me.
Things seen are not always righteous than things heard,
For my fingers went into the wet earth;
And the things known are higher than the things learnt,
For the reflections of the golden cup directed my moves.
It is better to leave an excavator concealed!
So do not give your brains a racking to lacking;
And like the blast of the doom without the golden cup.
This story is almost five hundred years old,
And it is very deep and very wide to sing with your muse;
For the candle-flame is sprinkled with slat,
And like your shoes so laid on the mat.
Down it came without the golden cup,
But put him into his own native cot;
And bring me a glass of the red wine,
For who will pity the lonely man at bay?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Made for Each Other
I remember the first day I met you,
I caught a glimpse of your face far in the crowd,
Glowing in the diffused golden twilight,
I strode in the seething mass to be near you.
I remember the day I met you again,
You frowned at me in response to my smiling, though,
Ardent longing for your love was burgeoning, I realized,
Aloft flew wishes of a moment alone for you and me, anon.
I remember the day I met you again,
You flung a glowing smile to me and walked away,
And you fondled me again by eying me furtively paces after,
A golden era was blossoming out as ever I wished.
I remember the day we lusciously conversed,
Your sweet rippling still echoes again and again,
Many a time exchanged our thoughts of love at our rendezvous,
By the sweet singing, lonesome, white, rippling brook.
I remember we saying “The day is only for you and me, ”
“We are the only two in this glebe; the glebe is only for us, ”
Smothered around us the halo of our love,
We could see nothing but us, we could hearken nothing but ours.
March 30,2010 - Perinnanam
poem by Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil
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Love
Love is the sunlight of the soul,
That, shining on the silken-tressèd head
Of her we love, around it seems to shed
A golden angel-aureole.
And all her ways seem sweeter ways
Than those of other women in that light:
She has no portion with the pallid night,
But is a part of all fair days.
Joy goes where she goes, and good dreams—
Her smile is tender as an old romance
Of Love that dies not, and her soft eye’s glance
Like sunshine set to music seems.
Queen of our fate is she, but crowned
With purple hearts-ease for her womanhood.
There is no place so poor where she has stood
But evermore is holy ground.
An angel from the heaven above
Would not be fair to us as she is fair:
She holds us in a mesh of silken hair,
This one sweet woman whom we love.
We pray thee, Love, our souls to steep
In dreams wherein thy myrtle flowereth;
So when the rose leaves shiver, feeling Death
Pass by, we may remain asleep:
Asleep, with poppies in our hands,
From all the world and all its cares apart—
Cheek close to cheek, heart beating against heart,
While through Life’s sandglass run the sands
poem by Victor James Daley
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O great golden head lie in my lap
O great golden head lie in my lap,
Sweet, sweet, lie there.
Sleep and I'll watch thee lest evil behap.
Sweet, sweet and fair.
O great golden head lie on my breast,
Sleep, sleep thou there,
Who in thy beauty hast stolen my rest,
Sweet, sweet and fair.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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When They Ring Those Golden Bells
Traditional: arranged by emory gordy / patty loveless
Theres a land beyond the river that we call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith, you see
Yes I want to see my jesus
Shake his hand and have him great us
When they ring those golden bells for you and me
Dont you hear the bells a-ringin
Cant you hear the angels singin
Its a glory hallelujah jubilee
In the far off great forever just beyond the shining river
When they ring those golden bells for you and me
When our days have known their number
When in death we sweetly slumber
When the kingdom mends the spirit to be free
Therell be no more stormy weather
Well live peacefully together
When they ring those golden bells for you and me
Dont you hear the bells a-ringin
Cant you hear the angels singin
Its a glory hallelujah jubilee
In the far off great forever just beyond the shining river
When they ring those golden bells for you and me
When they ring those golden bells for you and me
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Bring Your Tender love To Me
Time goes on and my mind goes up,
But the muse of love is what i do bring closer to you;
And it is like the experiences of my mind to teach many.
The human nature,
Of the human love attached to bring you closer;
And like your tender love behind the coconut tree.
Many are to learn from my poetry and,
Like the expressions of my mind from a realm;
For it is all about love and peace on this earth.
This is all about love and life,
This is all about love and peace,
This is all about love and care,
This is all about love and joy,
For we have to express ourselves at all times;
So do bring your tender love to me my sweet one.
This love of a muse is about you,
This place of a care is about you,
This heart of a peaceful mind is about you,
And this special love goes to you always;
For it is like the thousand days gone by in the cold of love.
Where are your arms to keep me warm?
For i do think only about your tender love all day long;
And like the true love that will wake me up during the summer.
Your tender love is all that i need so,
Bring up your love to me that it may muse with the golden tree!
For my mind is on you always that,
I will be there always to love you with the kisses from a realm.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Half Day Closing
In the days, the golden days,
When everybody knew what they wanted
It aint here today
Through the times of lasting love,
When parents talked of things tried and tested,
They dont feel the same.
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
From beyond the shrinking skies,
Where money talks and leaves us hypnotized,
It dont pave the way.
Underneath the fading sun,
The silent sum of a businessman,
Has left us choking.
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
In the days, the golden days,
When everybody knew what they wanted,
It aint here today
Dreams and belief have gone,
Time, life itself goes on.
song performed by by Portishead
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Life Is King
Lifes a garden
Life is king
Life is all
And everything
Life is golden
Life is fair
Like a rainbow in your hair
Lifes a once fantastic light
Life is shining in the night
Lifes a fire from above
Life is you
And life is love
Life is golden
Life is king
Life is all and everything
Nothing to believe in
Its just there
Without a care
And no religion
Than the enigma of love
Life is king
Lifes a poison much too strong
Makes you running on and on
Lifes a drug and not your friend
Life will kill you in the end
Life is smooth
And life is friction
Life is such a contradiction
Life is god
And God needs lives
Lifes a billion battlecries
Life is golden. . .
song performed by by Alphaville
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