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"If Ever I Cease to Love" Song Lyrics

Whole World Round Rip Stompin' Rumble If Ever I Cease to Love
Night Rider's Lament Golden Woods Sing a Song of Beauty
Circles Mr. Bojangles Sweet Mystery

 

Whole World Round
Joe Stuart/Mitchell F. Jane

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I heard my neighbor’s rooster crow early in the day
I heard his ax beyond the hill, now I’m bound away

With a fiddle and a bow and a firelight’s glow
You can hear that lonesome sound
Leave behind my troubled mind
Go the whole world round

The grey squirrel leaves when the red squirrel comes
Eagle nests alone
A hundred miles from a wagon track I’ll make my home

With a fiddle and a bow and a firelight’s glow
You can hear that lonesome sound
Leave behind my troubled mind
Go the whole world round

I see’d the old men whittlin wood, seen the lights of town
I’m goin deep in the Arkansas woods and settle down

With a fiddle and a bow and a firelight’s glow
You can hear that lonesome sound
Leave behind my troubled mind
Go the whole world round

Some folks love the city life some like a town
I’m goin to the lonesome woods, listen to the lonesome sound

With a fiddle and a bow and a firelight’s glow
You can hear that lonesome sound
Leave behind my troubled mind
Go the whole world round

With a fiddle and a bow and a firelight’s glow
You can hear that lonesome sound
Leave behind my troubled mind
Go the whole world round

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar & lead vocal // Byron Berline, fiddle // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, drums, percussion, lap steel and electric guitars, harmony vocals

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Night Rider’s Lament
Michael Burton

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As I was out ridin’
The graveyard shift midnight till dawn
The moon was as bright as a reading light
For a letter from an old friend back home

He asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Why do you rope for short pay?
You ain’t gettin’ nowhere
You’re losin’ your share
You must of gone crazy out there

He said last night I ran into Jenny
Well she’s married and they have a good life
You sure missed the track when you didn’t came back
She made the perfect professional’s wife

She asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Why do you rope for short pay?
You ain’t gettin’ nowhere
You’re losin’ your share
You must of gone crazy out there

Bridge
Well, they’ve never seen the northern lights
They’ve never seen a hawk on the wing
They’ve never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
They’ve never heard camp cookie sing

Well, I read up the last of my letter
I tore off the stamp for Black Jim
Little Dougie rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and grinned

They asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Why do you rope for short pay?
You ain’t gettin’ nowhere
You’re losin’ your share
You must of gone crazy out there

Bridge
Well, they’ve never seen the northern lights
They’ve never seen a hawk on the wing
They’ve never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
They’ve never heard camp cookie sing

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals // Byron Berline, fiddle // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, harmony vocals, high string guitar, accordion

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Circles
Harvey Reid

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I threw a stone into the water
I watch the circles as they grow
Holidays and birthdays leave footprints like soldiers in the snow
Flowers and icicles are spokes in a wheel that has no end
I think of the seasons, I think of circles again

The sun and the moon circles tracing circles in the sky
Old people and children look at each other in the mirror in the eye
The turning of a water wheel, the voice of a long lost friend
I think about my old friends, I think of circles again

Round and round and round in circles we spin
Over and over we end up right where we begin
Things never change, things are never the same
Though it looks like a straight road I’m travelin in circles again

These round coins in my hand there’s so much I do that they ask me what goes down comes around and there’s wheels turning night and day right past me
I had a dream long ago I was hiding but a clock always found me
Now everywhere I look I see circles around me

Round and round and round in circles we spin
Over and over we end up right where we begin
Things never change, things are never the same
Though it looks like a straight road I’m travelin in circles again

Round and round and round in circles we spin
Over and over we end up right where we begin
Things never change, things are never the same
Though it looks like a straight road I’m travelin in circles again

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, ashiko drum, percussion, keyboards

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Rip Stompin' Rumble
Winder Monroe Lyons

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... instrumental ...

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar // Byron Berline, fiddle // Richard Gates, bass

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Golden Woods
Winder Monroe Lyons

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Glowing soft blue sky
Green and yellow golden woods
Life singing it’s song

Warm sun and cool wind
Water flows as water will
Deeply singing peace

Red leaves gently fall
Things moving as all things do
Peace echos The Song

Note chord and rhythm
All resolving into one
Life’s resounding tone

Lights dance in the air
Reflecting rainbow colors
Swirling with a breeze

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead vocal // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, rhodes electric piano

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Mr. Bojangles
Jerry Jeff Walker

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I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants, he danced the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high, and then he'd lightly touch down

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Won’t you Dance?

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out
He talked of life, he talked of life, laugh, slap his leg, and dance a step

He said the name Bojangles, he danced a lick across the cell
Grabbed his pants a better stance, and jumped so high, he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go laugh, shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Won’t you Dance?

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South
Spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and him had traveled about
But his dog up and died, he up’d and died.
After 20 years he still grieves.

He said, "I dance at every chance in honky-tonks for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars, I drinks a bit"
He shook his head as he shook his head, I heard someone ask him

Please... Please...
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Won’t you Dance?
Won’t you dance?
Please dance
.

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals // Byron Berline, fiddle & mandolin // Thomas Eaton, tambourine

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If Ever I Cease to Love
Traditional /Winder Monroe Lyons/Lynn Rothermich/Linda Lewis

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If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May the Grand Duke Alexis ride a buffalo in Texas
If I ever cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May fish grow legs and cows lay eggs
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May all dogs wag their tails up front
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May alligators fly way up in the sky
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May live oak trees have crawfish leaves
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May the trolley’s jump track and never come back
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May all beniets have a peppery glaze
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May the levies fall down and the people all drown
If ever I cease to Love

If ever I cease to Love, ever I cease to Love
May the Grand Duke Alexis ride a buffalo in Texas
If ever I cease to Love

Tag – Flags fly for Country Day

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead vocal // Byron Berline, fiddle // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, piano, accordion, percussion

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Sing a Song of Beauty
Winder Monroe Lyons

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The River flows like time gliding on it’s way
Taking us to our life’s end, to that moment in someday
When we will know for certain the reason why we came
Did we do what we set out to
Did we learn to live with grace

Sing a song of beauty
Sing it from your heart
Sing it with your actions
Keep up and don’t fall short of what you know your life could be
And how you want to live
Don’t let your mind tell you lies
Simply learn to give

The River flows forever we’re here for today
Sing your song so sweetly that it brightens up the way
Of those who may be lost or tired or feel too bad to try
When we shine it’s by God’s grace and that’s the meaning of our lives

Sing a song of beauty
Sing it from your heart
Sing it with your actions
Keep up and don’t fall short of what you know your life could be
And how you want to live
Don’t let your mind tell you lies
Simply learn to give

The River flows like time in its silence is all sound
In a rapids rushing roar there's a silence so profound
Hearing it will change you, to forever you’ll be bound
It’s in the sound silence makes God can be found

Sing a song of beauty
Sing it from your heart
Sing it with your actions
Keep up and don’t fall short of what you know your life could be
And how you want to live
Don’t let your mind tell you lies
Simply learn to give
Simply learn to give
Simply learn to give Love

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals // Richard Gates, bass // Thomas Eaton, lap steel guitar, keyboards

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Sweet Mystery
Winder Monroe Lyons

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Sweet Mystery veiled in clouds of wonder
Sweet Mystery you purposely sunder us from you
So the winds of change can move us, guide us back to you

Sweet Mystery this dream world confounds us
Sweet Mystery you plant the seed of longing deep in our hearts
When it blossoms forth we have no choice, we must find you
The path begins and ends with you.

Sweet Mystery there’s a world of excuses to keep us from you
Sweet Mystery all joys and sorrows can hide you from view
But when we break the chain come home again the play is ended
We loose our cares become aware of only you.

Sweet Mystery veiled in clouds of wonder
Sweet Mystery you purposely sunder us from you
So the winds of change can move us, guide us back to you

Winder Monroe Lyons, acoustic guitar & lead vocal // Richard Gates, fret-less bass// Thomas Eaton, keyboards and percussion

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