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Answer The Bell
03:37
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Will you answer the bell?
Rising up from where you fell?
Will you lend your hand when you're called upon?
Will you discard your selfish pride?
For there ain't nowhere to hide.
Will you learn to treat all as your kin?
Oh...
Ohh, ohh, will you?
Be the one that I look to?
Will you pull up the weeds?
And start planting your seeds?
Help the garden to grow good and strong?
And as you come to the lake,
Will you do what it takes?
To keep it clean and safe from harm?
Ohh
Ohh, ohh, will you?
Be the one that I look to?
Choir:
Yes I’ll answer the bell!
I’ll rise up from where I fell.
I will lend my hand when I’m called upon.
I will discard my selfish pride, for there ain’t nowhere to hide,
And I will learn to treat all as my kin,
Oh I…. will.
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In the soft shade of the white pines,
we dragged a rock on down that slope.
The ground grabbed at its sides,
its course changing to and fro.
When it finally landed, it was far from where we had planned.
Those rocky jagged edges just couldn’t roll on the sand.
As I watched that rock and how it tumbled away from the plan,
it reminded me of the path to where I am.
I let hurt and hate consume me,
as the ground began to freeze.
I was caught in the vicious cycle,
stricken with the sadness disease.
Oh but time has a way of healing all our biggest wounds,
Even if you spend two months, just sitting in your room
I went out and faced those fears, yeah I looked them right in the eyes,
and unfroze the freedom of my mind.
Well I thought I’d crossed that finish line.
I thought I’d rounded the final bend.
Oh, I’d hoped that this time,
we had made it to the end.
Oh but life just keeps on going, right til the day that you die.
It ain’t like in the movies, that big screen is a lie.
So when you’re feeling as though your journey’s almost done,
your next one has already begun.
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Pilot Mound Fir Tree
03:50
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(Chorus) Oh my sister, she was born dead, we buried her that day.
Planted a young fir tree in the ground where she lay.
As the years go by, I remember that tree now.
Rooted in the farmyard down the creek from the mound.
Well I was just a young boy growing fast on the farm,
swimming in the creek and never doing no harm.
Loved my two sisters, ma said a third was on the way.
But when it came time, the babe had already passed away.
(Chorus)
Now I am a father with two daughters and a son.
Thought I am a busy man, I’ll not forget where I am from.
Can’t imagine losing what my parents did back then.
But I know now that fir tree has my sister’s soul within.
(Chorus)
Now I am an old man and my children all have grown.
Left my lovely wife and I here living on our own.
So I took another trip back home, where I saw in shock.
My sister’s tree was dead; another friend that I have lost.
(Chorus)
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Last Pallet
04:13
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Almost done, I’ve been working all day.
Don’t seem right to treat a man this way.
There’s a fiery pain crawling up my back.
As my calloused hands grab the final stack.
Oh yeah
At the end of the day, my job is almost done,
and I can finish this terrible run.
I got the day off tomorrow, no more pain,
‘til the boss calls me in to work again.
Oh Yeah
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Carey J. Buss Winnipeg, Manitoba
Guitarist and Singer from Winnipeg, influenced greatly by Fleet Foxes, Kim Churchill, and Kaki King.
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