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Lark in the Morning, Wild Geese at Night
© 1998, Loralyn Coles, lyrics, BMI, music, Trad.
(as performed by IONA on Sound of IONA and on Celebration of 20)
Oh, your whisper t’is here in the still of the morn
As the lark sings her songs to the new risen day
And I wake with a smile, feeling you here beside me
Then my heart breaks anew for you’re far, far away
T’was a cruel game they played when they gave ye one choice
To join English ranks or to leave Irish land
And tho’ some gladly turned, you’d be less of a man
If you faced your own friends with a sword in your hand
Oh, your whisper t’is here in the still of the morn
As the lark sings her songs to the new risen day
And I wake with a smile, feeling you here beside me
Then my heart breaks anew for you’re far, far away
So we get through the day tho’ t’is hard and t’is cold
And the whispers ‘round town seem to grow towards night
And I watch with the rest for the wild geese a-hoping
T’is not your own soul coming home with this flight
Oh, your whisper t’is here in the still of the morn
As the lark sings her songs to the new risen day
And I wake with a smile, feeling you here beside me
Then my heart breaks anew for you’re far, far away
One Last Letter to Santa
© 2005, Loralyn Coles, BMI
(on Holiday Feast 8, Hungry For Music)
I know I’m too old to write to Santa
It’s been years since I left my childhood
But I still know how that letter gonna start
“Dear Santa, I’ve been very, very good”
Well Santa, you’re shocked, no doubt, to get this
The spelling’s good; there’s no backward “e’s”
And I know you’re busy making all those toys
But don’t toss it aside, Santa, please
‘Cause I could use a little more hugs and kisses
A little more chocolate, and of far greater worth
A little more peace in my heart to help bring
A little more peace on earth
This year has been a hard one for me, Sir
I’ve reached the end of what I know to do
So I’m writing you even though I’m all grown up
You’re a sign that miracles can come true
And I could use a little more hugs and kisses
A little more chocolate, and of far greater worth
A little more peace in my heart to help bring
A little more peace on earth
One last letter to Santa
At the North Pole, top of the world
One way to say, I love what you do
P.S. I still believe, thank you
We all could use a little more hugs and kisses
A little more chocolate, and of far greater worth
A little more peace in our hearts to help bring
A little more peace on earth
Please bring a little more peace to our hearts to help bring
A little more peace on earth
Golden Songs
© 2002, Loralyn Coles, lyrics, BMI
music - Trad. "The Water Is Wide"
(as appeared in Faith Petric's column in Sing Out!, Fall 2002; when I perform, I also sing lyrics from The Water Is Wide, shown in parentheses below)
Everyone knows that seaweed strands
Are a mermaid's long and lovely hair
And pirate's gold lies hidden deep
Within each sand dunes shifting lair
One day I'll find that mermaid fair
And I'll ask of her why does she sing
One day I'll find that treasure rare
And I'll ask the gold what peace it brings
But if I could see you just once more
I would ask of you what is life for
And what golden songs are being sung
Upon that great uncharted shore
(The water is wide, I can not get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I)
Oh, if I could see you just once more
Upon that great uncharted shore
(The water is wide, I can not get o'er)
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