This Heart of Mine Deserves More

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written 1998

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

Been livin' in a cave for way too long,

reminded of the things that I've done wrong.

Been pushed, shoved and bullied into losin' my way

till I believed the world was a deep, dark grave.

 

Why change when you've nothin' to gain.

Get kinda used to livin' with pain.

But he threw me out ‘cause I wasn't worthy.

Best gift that he gave to me.

 

        Refrain:

        This heart of mine's been bruised before,

        laid down and trampled on the floor.

        The next time I love, gonna take it slow

        ‘Cause this heart of mine deserves more.

        This heart of mine deserves more.

 

Crawlin' from the cave into bright sunlight

with very little energy to set things right.

Been shocked, stunned and cornered into taking a stand

when all around I see only shifting sand.

 

Each day I survive I win.

With help from my Father and friends,

I'm finding out that I am worthy.

It's the best gift that I'm giving to me.    Refrain

 

I'm livin' in a world that is bright and warm

And in you waltz with your charisma and charm

I won't be wined, wooed, or courted into giving my ground

‘cause I've already  fallen off that merry-go-round.

 

Love is patient, love is kind.

Love involves the heart and mind.

Please give me time to find if we are worthy.

It's the best gift you can give to me.     Refrain

 

Steady Ground   

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written in 1999

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

                                                        

The first time I held you in my arms, I knew that you were heaven blest

And I asked God to show me how to love you best.

You twirled and tumbled and climbed around,

while I stood with open arms on the ground,

ready to hold you if something went awry.

Suddenly you were eager to fly, away.

 

Refrain:

Oh Child, where did your wings go?

Why are you falling out of control?

I'm here to catch you.

I'm here to hold you.

Remember you're from steady ground.

 

I always knew there'd come a time when I would not agree with you,

But I thought our love would see us through.

The world is shaped by dreams of youth

when built on the lap of wisdom's truth.

You hear voices are calling you "climb high."

My heart goes with you always as you fly, away.    Refrain

 

It takes a time or two of trying before you finally get it right.

At the end of every tunnel is a bright light.

Generations stand behind you now,

cheering and proud like a noisy crowd.

Take a deep breath and stretch your arms out wide.

Pack our love with you as you fly, away.    Refrain

 

 

Something Stole My Mama's Mind

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written in 1997

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

She walks in the world of the living dead.

Pieces of thoughts float through her head.

Twenty-five degrees out and she's running down the street.

Her coat's in the shower, there's no shoes on her feet.

 

        Refrain:

        Something stole, something stole,

        something stole my mama's mind,

        and I don't like what it left behind.

 

She calls out for Papa, begs him to come.

Where has he gone now, what has he done.

Someone tells her he's long gone, she breaks down and cries.

Oh my poor mama, grief is frozen in her eyes.  Refrain

 

A lifetime of memories  withered on the vine

Faces in photographs, names lost for all of time.

Time has no meaning, no future no past.

Tell me how long this prison's gonna last.    Refrain

 

She sits near the window in her favorite rocking chair.

She looks like an angel, the sun shining in her hair.

I'm an orphan with a parent, and I'm on my knees to pray,

Oh my sweet Jesus, touch my mama's mind today.    Refrain

 

 

WINDS OF SAINT JUDE

Words and music by Barb Webber

c.1996 Barbara T. Webber

 

I've been traveling this road such a long time.

All things considered, I'm doing just fine.

Drive the same way to work and the same way home,

when the labor is done, I sit back alone.

 

Silence is solace and silence is good.

And the sound of my heartbeat is my soul's true food.

It pounds out a rhythm in the deep of the night

And it told me my life was a bit too uptight.

 

        Refrain:

        And the winds of St. Jude are blowing through my heart.

        I feel it coming, a fresh start.

        With the morning dew, I start thinking anew.

        Open the doors for the winds of St. Jude.

 

Rubbing shoulders with people I feared yesterday.

Hearing stories of the cold wind that blows their way.

Ride the bus into work and home again.

Never knowing when I meet the smile of a friend.

 

Counting my blessings with opened eyes

Guess I have more when I look twice.

I gave away choices and now I'm ashamed

Lost too much living each time I complained.  Refrain

 

Look back at the clones I used to call friends.

Look back at their empty eyes and grins.

Roll up my sleeves and test a new road.

Love is a choice and change is the toll.   Refrain

 

 

In a Forest of Trees

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written 1998

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

Rushing through life's calendar

the trees flash by in a blur

You cry to me about feeling lost

and I heard not a word.

Now you tell me that you may not find your way along our road.

And I fall and crumble beneath this painful load.

        

        Refrain:

        I was not awake for you my dear

        For the things your heart wanted mine to hear.

        Like a gentle breeze in a forest of trees

        I lost part of you somehow.

        Please forgive me now.

 

I sit on a stone on the forest floor

The sunlight streams from above

I listen carefully for your song

to speak to me of love

I can only wait to receive your heart should you decide to stay

And pray for a whisper of hope upon this day.    Refrain

 

 

Night  Time

Words and music by Gregg Lindsay

c.2000 Gregg Lindsay

 

Every night when the sun goes down,

the moon wakes up and the stars, they dance around.

Time to relax, lay down your sleepy head.

Put away your storybook, it's time for bed.

 

Refrain:   Each night just about this late hour,

                     start dreaming dreams of climbing a tower,

                    flying above the houses and trees,

                     marching with the Teddy Bears,  

                    conversing with the bees.

 

                     Night time is the right time to catch a few Z's.

                     Get your forty winks in, slip underneath the sheets.

                     Hello Mr. Sandman, hit the rack, take a snooze.

                     But the best part about Night time, is being alone with you.  

 

BRIDGE:     The pulse of the city is throbbing all day, it doesn't skip a beat for you.

                                You butter your bread fighting traffic jams, we've better things to do.

 

The alarm clock goes off and you take your shower.

I put on the tea but the milk is sour.

Rush out the door but always with a kiss.

The day is starting, the night time's what I'll miss.

 

 Refrain:  Each night just about this late hour,

                     start dreaming dreams of climbing a tower,

                     flying above the houses and trees.

                     Just being with the ones you love,

                     it's good enough for me.

 

                     Night time is the right time to catch a few Z's.

                     Get your forty winks in, slip underneath the sheets.

                     Hello Mr. Sandman, hit the rack, take a snooze.

                     But the best part about Night time, is being alone with you.

 

 

Colored Threads

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written 1996

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

Colored threads on ivory cloth,                         

in and out she pulls them taut

Lets her dreams fly far and wide,

lifts her head and then she cries.

 

Farm work's hard on a woman's hands

and housework holds no glory.

When the book is written on these pioneer lands,

the woman fights for her story.

 

Her friend is the dim lamplight,

when all are asleep at night,

and she can be who she wants to be.

 

        Grandma's dreams are sewn in colors,

        yellow hope and melancholic blue.

        Grandma's prayers for her granddaughters

        only ask that their dreams come true.

 

Colored threads on ivory cloth,                         

in and out she pulls them taut.

Lets her dreams fly far and wide,

lifts her head and then she sighs.

 

Once a year at the county fair,

the woman lays out her linens.

Clenches her hands in a panicked prayer

til they hand her the champion ribbon.

 

Takes them home to the cedar chest,

tucks them in for a decade's rest,

and wishes all could see what she can see.    Refrain

 

Colored threads on ivory cloth,                         

in and out she pulls them taut.

Lets her dreams fly far and wide,

lifts her head with aging pride.

 

Gather round the Thanksgiving table,

Grandma always has a place.

Granddaughters come as you are able,

fold your hands and say our grace.

 

When we tell her all we've done,

she smiles at the rising sun,

and knows she can be just as free.     Refrain

 

Rose Go Round

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written in 1998

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

                                

Great Grandma's roses grow round my door,

the roots go back a hundred years or more.

Every June they burst into bloom,

fill the air with sweet perfume.

Down through the generations to me,

given to friends and family,

Great-grandma's philosophy.

 

        A rose needs tending, a rose needs care;

        a rose needs a willing heart to share.

        Through the driest of droughts and coldest of colds,

        a rose will survive and a rose will grow.

 

A band of commitment on my left hand,

a vow to forgive and to understand,

to soften the words spoken in haste,

to laugh and to tease my friend's embrace.

 

        Love needs tending and loves needs care;

        love needs a willing heart to share.

        Through the driest of droughts and coldest of cold,

        love will survive and love will grow.

 

Great-grandma's rocker greets me each night.

The worries of the day take a rhythmic flight.

See the world through my children's eyes,

full of challenge, and questions, and grand surprise.

Down from the generations to me,

given to my children and their families,

Great-grandmas philosophy.

 

        A home needs tending, a home needs care;

        a child needs a willing heart to share.

        Through the driest of droughts and the coldest of cold,

        love will survive, and love will grow.

 

 Stand Up, Stand Tall  

Words and music by Tom Webber

c.2000 Thomas C. Webber

 

I was sittin' down on my daddy's knee

and I tell you what he done told me.

He said, "Boy -- there's a hard, cruel world outside

Ya gotta stand up, stand tall and hold onto your pride"

        A-singin'  ---   whoa yeah    (whoa yeah)

        mmmm --- mmmm --- mmmm

        A-singin'  ---   whoa yeah    (whoa yeah)

        mmmm --- mmmm --- mmmm

 

Ya know, there was a time, when people seemed to stick by you.

If'n one person fell down,  the others saw them through.

And I know, boy, the world's a different game

but ya gotta believe, believe, there's peoples still the same.    A-singin' ...

 

All men are different, and yet they're still yo' brothers.

And women are your equals, they're yo' sisters and mothers.

And don't get hung up on different cultures or skin.

There's only one world God gave us, and that's the one we're in.    A-singin'...

 

Here's a lesson boy:  no matter whatcha do

there's gonna come hard times, and sufferin' too.

Just stick to that path, the one ya know that's got heart,

and trust that happiness will follow, if you keep doing your part.    A-singin'...

 

I was sittin' down on my daddy's knee,

and I tell you what he done told me.

He said, "Boy -- there's a hard, cruel world outside.

Ya gotta stand up, stand tall and hold onto your pride."    A-singin'...

 

 

Wounded Kingdom

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written in 1987

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

Wouldn't it be a loving world if all the prayers prayed were answered by the ones who prayed?

Wouldn't it be a loving world if all the ones who asked were those who gave?

Wouldn't it be a loving world, a wish come true for all of us who pray

if love filled the hurting void and held the wounded kingdom saved?

 

Look around the world and cry for people trapped outside of Camelot.

No daily bread, no blanket, not even one merciful chance.

Kings and knights cry indignantly and gesture at another's lot,

conspire to guard their coffers and thrust the diplomatic lance.

 

Holy God of many names, drain our moat of suffering.

Grant us bridges of healing strength to share your bread as our prayer.

 

Mother Teresa, living saint, feeds the hungered, dries the dying's tears.

Points to a deeper pain of the homeless heart, poorer than the poor.

The rich, the poor, the old, the lame, the never-had-a-chance-to-be.

With Mother's heart a-failing, it's now our crusade.

 

So churches stand around the world, spired silhouettes against the sky.

Marble and mahogany, dappled with the sun through stained art.

Robes and motions and litanies, collected throughout the years.

Neither riches nor history, can touch the wounded heart.

 

Holy God of many names, drain our moat of suffering.

Grant us bridges of healing strength to share your bread as our prayer.

 

Yes, it would be a loving world if all the prayers prayed were answered by the ones who pray.

Yes, it would be a loving world if all the one who asked were those who gave.

Yes, it would be a loving world, a wish come true for all of us who pray

when love fills the hurting void and holds the wounded kingdom saved

when love heals the hurting void and holds the wounded kingdom saved.

 

Riddleman

Words and music by Barb Webber

Written in 1988

c.2000 Barbara T. Webber

 

Ten birds on a rooftop, three flew away,

two flew back, and the farmer shot one.

How many sparrows remain?

Twenty sick sheep standing in a field,

one dies, how many remain?

Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me. (x2)

 

First he'd ask a question that we all had heard before.

Then he'd change the answer, so we never could be sure

which one was the right one.

Riddleman would laugh high and loud.

Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me. (x2)

 

Riddleman won't you tell me why this life hurts,

why the hungry heart has fears?

Riddleman, can't we fix it, make the wrongs right,

bring to rest the tumbling tears?  

Riddleman, Riddleman, tell me.  (x2)

 

You can tell the way the months will go

by the first twelve days of the year.

So it's been for ninety of my years.

Some things are written in the Farmer's Almanac;

some things are found only in the soul.

No Riddleman Riddleman cannot tell you. (x2)

 

Ten birds on a roof top, three flew away,

two flew back and the farmer shot one.

 

 

Travelers Lullaby

Words and Music by Barb Webber

c.1996 Barbara T. Webber

 

Heavy darkness falls around the struggling traveler

hiding the path that once seemed so clear.

And he stumbles yet again and this time lays

where he thought he'd never be in all his days.

        She reaches out her hand to stroke his hair,

        cooing a lullaby of tender care.

        "Close your eyes and feel my strength.

        Sleep awhile to dream at length.

        And know that there is day, to follow night,

        and peace is on it's way with gentle light."

 

Soon his trouble songs discover harmonies.

The load he carries begins to slowly ease.

And his dreams take sail upon a lifting wind,

free to leave and free to come home again.

        He sighs as her hand strokes his hair,

        hears her lullaby of tender care

           "Close your eyes and feel my strength.

        Sleep awhile to dream at length.

        And know that there is day, to follow night,

        and peace is on it's way with gentle light."

 

And he wakes.  And she is gone,

but she left behind her home.

In the parting she whispered an eternity

of understanding and trust, and courage to be.

        He remembered her hand within his hair.

        Heard her lullaby of tender care.

        Closed his eyes and felt her strength.

        Slept awhile to dream at length.

        And knew that there was day to follow night,

        and peace came on its way with gentle light.

 

And the weary traveler dreams of her at night

And peace comes to him with gentle light.

 

 

Keep Walking

©2010 Barbara Tlachac Webber (words) & Music by BTWebber and TCWebber

 

There’s a bend in the road,

A curve up ahead,

No clear sight line beyond the yellow thread

The world could end

Beyond that twist

But hope is the reason the road stills exists

So I keep walking

 

The trees are heavy

The shade is deep

My shadow leaves me alone to weep

Can’t stop to worry

My feet may grow roots

I’d live in the dark, the absence of truth

So I keep walking

 

I’m on this road

I’m alive and I’m walking

I’m still in the game and that’s enough for me

I’m on this road

Don’t know where I’m going

But this road has my name and it’s my destiny

So I keep walking.

 

On a hot straight run

I’ve gone somewhere fast

The illusion of water in the road didn’t last

The sun beat down

From its highest peak

My shadow left me alone and weak

But I kept walking

 

I’m older now

A little wiser maybe

My shadow’s here even when it can’t be seen

A breath of peace

Fills my soul

I know there’s purpose wherever I go

And I keep walking

 

Chorus

 

Bridge

Not sure where I am going

Can’t stay where I am

The road behind me

Can’t be traveled again

 

Chorus

 

Goodbye Old House

©2007 Barbara Tlachac Webber

 

Underneath the fresh paint my bedroom walls are yellow

Golden cabbage roses hang by the bare window

Its midnight in broad daylight and the antique clocks chime

Rusty old voices out of tune and out of time

 

I’m called sentimental, my sister says it’s so

I just have a harder time moving on and letting go

So many birthday candles, can you hear the song?

Well I hear happy voices of family long gone.

 

Good-bye old house

Good-bye old friend

I will remember you until my living end

Good-bye old house

Blessings to you

May those who live within these walls come to love you

 

A trick light in the kitchen, turn it on with a jump and tap

A wooden scar in the cabinet, my brother’s tonka hit that

Last hallway door on the left where daddy closed his eyes

It’s hard to keep on singing when the tears begin to rise

One last look around

One long good-bye

Close the back door

I think I’m going to cry

 

Chorus

 

Lazy River

©2008 Barbara Tlachac Webber & Tom Webber

 

I wanna float on a lazy river

Let time slide by

I wanna float on a lazy river

Leave my troubles on the riverside

 

I’ve been running round in circles

People pleasing's what I do

Keep on passing the same old landmines

Same old misguided cues

My feet are singed and black from dancing on

someone else's hot coals

I guess it’s time I tended to

my own burning soles

Chorus

 

Hand me a worry, I’ll take it in

Give it a home on my own back

Once I have it and call it mine

you can’t take it back

I’m stooped and bent from martyrdom

This journey’s mighty old

Even willow branches break

When the winds blow hard and cold

Chorus

 

 

Nothing’s quiet in my own head

All night the phantoms swoop and shriek

Their voices ramble and babble on

Old worries never sleep

 

Bridge

Imagine laying back on a lazy river

Gazing up into the clear blue sky

I know there’s peace on the lazy river

Floating gently under heaven’s eye

Chorus

 

All is Right

©2012 Thomas C. Webber and Barbara Tlachac Webber

 

When I’m lost twirling in your light brown hair

Finding myself swirling in the stars up here

Heaven knows that I ain’t got a care

Yes this crazy world keeps spinning

But all is right between you and me

 

Just you and me and my two left feet

Swaying amid the stars to your heart beat  

Heaven knows you make me complete

While this crazy world keeps spinning

All is right between you and me

 

Bridge

Up here among the stars

In your eyes are love and light

 

That’s all I really need

To know that all is right

 

My words get tangled and lost in time

I don’t have poetry or pretty rhymes

But Heaven knows I call you mine

Yes this crazy world keeps spinning

But all is right between you and me

 

 

Francis

©2012 Barbara Tlachac Webber

 

The battered old crusader

Lies still in the dusk

The innocents now gather

Afraid he’ll turn to dust

Who would then lead them

From the depths of their despair

Without Francis in the lighthouse

Fear is everywhere

 

Lay down Francis lay down

Cry your tears into the ground

Your heart bleeds, even you need sleep

Francis lay down, lay down

 

Oh this world is crazy

Its flippin upside down

Its spinning out of orbit and

Soon we’re gonna drown

In a sea of avarice

Fed by rivers of neglect

But with Francis in the lighthouse

We hadn’t lost it yet

 

Some say that he is senile

an old man of the sea

They tell us not to worry

There are pearls within the deep

We resist the mermaid call

Pulling us down among the krill

That’s when we found our Francis

On the shore, lips blue with chill

 

Chorus

 

Watch Francis as he lays there

Barely breathing in the dusk

The vigil and the crying is

Really more for us

Oh light your single candles

Climb upon the stony bluff

Show Francis he has taught us

Surely that’s enough

 

Lay down Francis lay down

Your peace my friend is earned and found

Don’t you weep, just sleep.

Francis lay down, lay down

 

Chasing Signs

©2012 Barbara Tlachac Webber

 

I stood on the edge of a rain cloud

One half of me got wet

Since omens appear on the eastern wind

I wondered what it meant

I’ve been looking for silver linings In the mist of my life

Maybe I’m not so lost on this road side

Just across the state line

 

I turned to the sky of colors

And it led me true east

When the rainbow faded to nothing

I followed the geese

Then I chased the tumbling leaves toward the autumn of my life

Now I’m lost again on a road side

Just across the state line

 

Chasing signs

Promises and gilded goals

Chasing signs

They lead me nowhere but old

 

Some people call me bold and bright

I know that they are wrong

I relied upon the twist of chance

Now live where I don’t belong

See running after rainbows is a whole lot easier

And so I’m lost on a road side

Just across the state line

Chorus

 

Bridge

I spent too much time looking for signs

Too much time chasing my tale

I want to believe I can trust my own heart

Filled with Love I can’t fail.

 

Sun breaks through the storm clouds

See the rainbow in the east

I try to resist the urge to go

But it is calling me

There are people in this world like me meant to follow signs

I’m used to being lost on a road side

Just across the state line

 

Silence

©2011 Barbara Tlachac Webber (words) & Music by BTWebber and TCWebber

 

Silence is heavy, an absence of air

A holding of breath til somebody shares

But no words are spoken, no words to hear

Friendship dies slowly in the absence of air

 

There’s silence between them where joy danced bold

One heart confused and left out in the cold

The other heart burning with justice denied

The stronger the silence, the stronger the pride

 

One listened carefully hoping to hear

A chance to mend an unknowing wrong

One held words in, perhaps out of fear

Not wanting to ruin a beautiful song

 

Silence is heavy, an absence of air

A holding of breath til somebody shares

But no words are spoken, no words to hear

Friendship dies slowly in the absence of air

 

A civil smile and shifting of eyes

They’ve known each other too well to hide

Pain is pain, one burning, one cold

Both are caught in silence’s hold

 

Bridge

Each is afraid of losing the other

To speak or act too great a chance

Gamble on time, love’s great healer

 

 

Atlas Left his Burden

©2012 Thomas C. Webber

                                        

Atlas took off and left his burden on your shoulder

the day the world lost its sheen and your vision grew older

It’s so tempting to cling to those scenes in your rear view mirror

Just breath –

Just breath and smile –

And know –

Your treasure is in the NOW.

 

Time is a river that carries us forward

It empties itself into this pool we call the present

You’ll drown if you jump and try to swim upstream

Lay back and let it carry you to Beyond Your Wildest Dream

 

There’s a time for grasping and a time to let it go

There’s a time for laughter and a time for sorrow

Yes the past will catch up when you round that next bend

You’ll find that nothing’s ever lost cuz that’s past is in the end.

 

There’s never been a golden flower -- that didn’t start as a seed

And those furrows on your face now came from giving and from greed

Just press on forward. Don’t wallow in eddies of regret.

Just breath –

Just breath and smile –

And know –

Your treasure is in the NOW.

 

At last you let go of that thing on your shoulder

Though your world lost some sheen and your vision grows older

You’ve discovered the truth that the Child’s the Father of the Man.

Just breath –

Just breath and smile –

And know –

Your treasure is in the NOW.

Just breath –

Just breath and smile –

And know –

Your treasure is in the NOW.

 

Whisper

©2010 Barbara Tlachac Webber

 

I whispered a prayer in an old church

Its ceiling the desert sky

At the center of the four winds

Beneath God’s eye

Here I am a pilgrim lost

No more tears to cry

You left my life and I’m wandering

My well’s run dry

 

They’ve heard so much these walls and sky

Chanted songs and litanies

Now I add my own heart sigh

And pray you home to me

 

In this barren place of worship

Walls stripped of all design

I understand the whims of man

Are sand within this shrine

I stand upon this sacred ground

Where old prayers shimmer

I only know my love for you

Will endure forever

 

Chorus

 

Bridge

My love is like the wildflower upon the altar bare

Tenaciously it survives and waits for you there

 

Chorus

 

 

Lily Marlene

©2005 Barbara Tlachac Webber                     

 

Who’s that woman at the window pane

Watching the children play their games

Still as a statue day and night

Pale as a ghost in the soft moonlight

 

OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene

OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene

prettiest girl the Northwood's seen

OH-oh-oh Lily Marlene

 

Once she was a big city girl                            

Desired by the fashion world

Walt met her on a quiet street

Danced with her swept her off her feet        Chorus  

 

When Walt returned from foreign ports

He brought her north to his resort

Dances with her in the deep of the night

Bathed in the glow of the northern lights    Chorus

 

She stays upstairs and waits for Walt

Away from the dandies who waltz about

Fifty years at her windowsill

In fifty years she’ll be there still      Chorus

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