Do Not Rush the Dawn Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson Something’s been asleep in me like filtered sun on the river rocks, like quiet breeze, almost still leaves or the faint hint of wild pasque. Oh, something’s been asleep in me. What it is, I do not ask, but I let it sleep, let it dream oh, let it dream… Do not rush the dawn. Something is at last at rest like tattered kites on the back porch shelves like arguments worn down to tears, empty pulpits… broken bells… Something is at last at rest birds have fallen silent now beneath their wings no hunger sings… no hunger sings… Do not rush the dawn. And I will close these eyes still my fear let my heart grow wise love draws near… midnight makes the perfect mirror of this muddy and troubled pond, so do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn. Something’s been asleep in me like filtered sun on the river rocks, but I let it sleep, let it dream oh, let it dream… Do not rush the dawn. And I will close these eyes still my fear let my heart grow wise love draws near… midnight makes the perfect mirror of this muddy and troubled pond, so do not rush the dawn. And I will close these eyes still my fear let my heart grow wise love draws near… midnight makes the perfect mirror of this muddy and troubled pond, so do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn, do not rush the dawn.   I Still Love You Music and Lyrics by Mark Baldridge, Arrangement, Scott Simpson If you only knew what I’d do for you, nothing could come between us. See yourself through my eyes— you’re my prize, Oh, nothing could come between us. Oh the haunting fears that play upon your ears make you think I can’t love you, but there’s nothing I can’t do… nothing I can’t do. Through the raging storm you’ll be safe and warm, my arms around you. Feel the pull of the tide it fills you up from the inside, Let my love surround you. Ah the haunting fears that play upon your ears don’t let them come inside— I’m a safe place to hide, to hide, a safe place to hide. Troublesome times are here but do not fear, do not fear… When you doubt will you stay and fight it out? Stay, and fight it out. A prisoner for years held by haunting fears, you have cause to doubt… Oh, but the rock and trees lakes, skies and seas are telling you the truth: I still love you. Love you… love you. Oh, but the rock and trees lakes, skies and seas are telling you the truth, if you only knew… if you only knew… if you only knew.   Gifted Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson The puppy, the raindrop, the blade of grass a playmate, an ocean, a bridge to the past… the eyes of the child are filled with ways to spin gold of gum wrappers, to make centuries of days… I have been gifted from birth to live on this planet called Earth The shyness, the smile, the girl with blonde hair across the room, the curious stare your hand in mine, the warmth of love’s touch one being of two, so little, so much… I have been gifted by you and all things old are made new, made new… (Instrumental Verse) Grandfather, your daughter, my mother, my source your eyes dim with seeing, still steer the good course this long line of vessels travels dawn to dusk ‘til we’re one with the ocean, all driftwood and rust… We have been gifted with sails with stars and harbors and gales an Armada of family and friends— the gift of horizons that never end Never end… Never end… The gift of horizons that never end.   When You Were Here Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson I heard the river call my name to the place where we had lain beneath the distant stars. And so I sat on rain-soaked grass thinking of the evening past and of the words we shared. It isn’t sorrow that I feel I have no hurts that need to heal, just a guarded emptiness. But sunshine follows morning rain and dries the tear into a stain— a mottled memory of you. What will come no one can say I know the things for which I pray… If it be your will… if it be your will… if it be your will… Should my hopes and dreams not come true I know that “no” is an answer too… I’ll have to wait and see. What will come no one can say I know the things for which I pray… If it be your will… if it be your will… if it be your will… If it be your will… if it be your will… if it be your will… I heard the river call my name but it didn’t sound the same as when you were here… when you were here… when you were here.   Hello Mr. Martin Music by Scott Simpson (Instrumental)   Poor Old Jed Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson Poor old Jed well, he died today. He was eighty-eight so they say. Funeral’s gonna be right away… He didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. He didn’t have a whole lotta loot, naw, Just an old gold watch and a flannel suit. An old hound dog and a cat to boot, yeah but he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. (Instrumental) His old shack well it was built of stone his front yard there was overgrown yeah, he lived there he lived there all alone, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. (Instrumental) Today they laid him in the ground, see, the folks are comin’ see the folks are comin’ from miles around. Nobody gonna let old Jed down now, no, no… he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Poor old Jed, Poor old Jed, he didn’t have no kinfolk. Horses Music and Lyrics by Mark Baldridge, Arrangement, Scott Simpson I had a dream and you were in it. You held horses waiting for me: two horses black with white stars on their foreheads, oh, what can it mean? You carried water and I carried bread we rode your horses as we fed and the water, it tasted of cream. We rode your horses down to the sea. And the last time that I saw you, you were letting the horses run free. I reached to touch you and awoke in my bed, I found I’d been weeping oh it was a dream… All that next day I felt just out of sight, You were waiting with horses… for me.   Kickin’ Calf Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson Like a Pilgrim to the Guru You came looking for advice. You want to know what to do Before you roll the dice. The Game of Love’s a gamble, son, Each time you take a chance Every day a heart is lost or won In the Crapshoot called romance. You want to know if she’s the one When she sets your heart a-flutter, Or will she just use you up Then throw you in the gutter? Oh, You can call me crazy You can call me daft But in the hard-knock school of Love I’m the master of this craft. You may think it’s funny, Yeah, go ahead and laugh. But just remember son, A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf. Will you be her Shining Knight, Her one and only shmo? Or will her fancy just take flight There’s just one way to know. There’s just one place you have to look That will tell you like no other. Before the hook is set Get to know her mother. You want to know if she’s the one When she sets your soul a-flame, Or will she just burn you like love was just a game? You can call me crazy, You can call me daft But in the hard-knock school of Love I’m the master of this craft. You may think it’s funny, Yeah, go ahead and laugh. But just remember son, A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf. Listen to the childhood tales Spilling from her sister, Respect her father, befriend her brother, Just don’t tell them that you kissed her. If you truly want to see The kind of woman she will be From a source that’s like no other, You’ve got to get to know her mother. So before you set your mouth in gear And ask her to say “I do,” Take a look in the Mother Mirror— There’s your future staring back at you! You can call me crazy, You can call me daft But in the hard-knock school of Love I’m the master of this craft. You may think it’s funny, Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Just remember that I warned you, Gonna raise a kickin’ calf… You can call me crazy, You can call me daft But in the hard-knock school of Love I’m the master of this craft. You may think it’s funny, Go ahead and laugh. But just remember son, A kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf. A kickin’ calf… A kickin’ calf… A kickin’ calf… Yeah, a kickin’ cow’s gonna raise a kickin’ calf. Jeff Davis Pie Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson Well Mamma called me up 'n said, "It's your grandma's birthday son, so you 'n Sheryl need to come--- and bring the girls." She said that it was 80 years since Grandma'd taken her first breath, and a party with all the family'd "mean the world..." Well 80 years is a long time to hang around if you count your age by time. But Grandma's 80 years was like a small slice of her Jeff Davis pie, and we all think a second 80'd be just fine! Well, Grandma came from Arkansas 'n that's where she me my grandpa 'n they had three daughters--- each ten years apart. She cooked the meals 'n washed the clothes and I think she even had time to sew a dress or two or three or forty-four. Well 80 years is a long time to hang around if you count your age by time. But Grandma's 80 years was like a small slice of her Jeff Davis pie, and we all think a second 80'd be just fine! Now I remember trips across the mountain, 'round about Christmas time--- that queasy feelin' when we took a curve too fast. But I remember pullin' up to that screened-in porch and thinkin' we'd surprise 'em 'till my brother let the screen door slam. I remember cinnamon rolls and eatin' raw dough and old lipsticks in the bottom drawer and that big steel bed that squeaked beneath my head... And those gas room-heaters and the magnifying mirror and that plastic-shrunken-head souvenir and coleslaw and toastin' buttery bread... And the time that Grandpa gave me a gun and I shot that squirrel that was old as the sun and Grandma softened him up in a dumplin' stew... And when we'd go to church she'd pass around the Certs after service, then we'd all go home to eat 'n sleep till 2, or 3 or 4 or 5 or.. 80 years is a long time to hang around if you count your age by time. But Grandma's 80 years was like a small slice of her Jeff Davis pie, and we all think a second 80'd be just fine! Now, some people like to QUANTIFY and graph their lives like pieces of pie and subdivide their story like a book. But 80's just a number... and don't it make you wonder why somebody'd slice up a pie if it's just for looks? You best dig right in, cause… 80 years is a long time to hang around if you count your age in time. But Grandma's 80 years was like a little bitty slice of her Jeff Davis pie, and we all think a second 80'd be just fine! Cause the spice of life sure ain't time---No, it's Grandma 'n Grandpa 'n Jeff Davis pie. Bugsy Music and Lyrics by Scott Simpson She’s right there by my head It’s not a double, it’s a queen-sized bed. She’s got a funny little snore when she sleeps and a little black nose to sniff out the secrets that she keeps. It don’t matter how my day ducked and dodged me, she’s right there with her warm little body. I sit down, she’s up in my lap licking off my worries ‘til she curls up for a nap. Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl you’ve got my heart, I’ve got the whole wide world. See, there ain’t no judgment in your wide-open eyes, you take what’s given and you tell no lies. It’s real, you’re an understated party… it don’t matter if we’re early or we’re tardy. You sniff out love and you jump up for a treat. You get so excited you can’t stay on your feet. Oh Bugsy girl, come on up here, let me whisper in your ear… You know I love you Bugsy, Bugsy girl… Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl. Now some things in life have their price, you plunk down your change and you think that’s nice, but there’re some friendships that just can’t be bought, they’re freely given and they’re freely sought. Me, I love the furry kind a little cold on the nose and waggly on the behind. Yeah little Bugsy’s just as good as they get. I ain’t seen none that could match her yet, no. Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl you’ve got my heart, I’ve got the whole wide world. See, there ain’t no judgment in your wide-open eyes, you take what’s given and you tell no lies. It’s real, you’re an ankle-high army— I see you coming and you always disarm me. I’ve got to smile when you run that way, your legs like springs when the big dogs play. Well, you sniff at the flowers and you chew at the grass; you never let a single morsel pass. You’ve got a hunger just puts me to shame. makes me happy just to speak your name. Bugsy, won’t you come up here let me whisper in your ear… You know I love you Bugsy, Bugsy girl… Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl. Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl. Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl you’ve got my heart, I’ve got the whole wide world. See, there ain’t no judgment in your wide-open eyes, you take what’s given and you tell no lies. Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl. Copyright 2014 Scott Simpson & Dancin' Moon ALL RIGHTS RESERVED