Welcome Home
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
all rights Reserved

Set your course by the Eastern Stars,
Take the tiller in both of your hands
Steer until twilight under the dark moon
A crescent wrapped in silver shining strands
Sail through the sunrise of fire, gold and amber
Lifted on the pillars of dawn
Count every rainbow carried in the bow spray
Hold your course, sail you far...  sail you on
And on the seventh day you shall see in the horizon
A bright line of green begin to grow
Cormorants and gulls will herald your arrival
As closer to the coastline you go

Now feel the wind change, now smell the dirt plain
Look to the West and the South
Raise up your arms and open wide your hands
Give you prayers of thanks, give a shout
There will be music in the waves as you cross the foaming surf line
And look to see the cliff so high and wide
Where waterfalls and white sands frame the emerald palms
You make landfall upon a rising tide

Stand on the beach and look to the north shore
Cup your eyes with hands as you stare
Who is this woman carrying a with a clay jar
Brown skin...  flowers in her hair
She offers you a drink as sweet as milk and honey
She beckons with a smile and with her eyes
Barefoot and laughing she dances, she runs... she
Calls you with the voice of a child

The path leads your winged feet
Now hear the drums beat
Now hear the songs of the choir
Now feel your legs move remembering their past youth
And now take your place at the fire
Gathered all around you here are all your loves and memories
Bells chime...  your heart picks up the tone
In circles within circles...  they are weaving all around you
Every voice is saying "Welcome Home"
"Welcome Home!"


Wrestlin' Blue
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
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Maybe... You see a black moon rising
Maybe... You see a red sun too
And the half glass half empty, it's not surprising
You're just wrestling blue

Maybe... You got your heart run over
Maybe... Busted flat and broken too
Now you're playin' in traffic pickin' up the pieces
You're just  wrestlin' blue
You're just  wrestlin' blue

You're in need of a little repair
Ohhh.... you're gonna make it through
You don't have to go anywhere
Let me show you what to do

You've been alone and you've been lonely with all those tears you've cried
You'd think that all the rivers in the world would know your name
Now you're tired...  and mostly only tangled up inside and
You try and you try to find someone to blame

Here's a little bit of truth in lending
Here's a little little bitty place to start
There's a thousand different ways of bending
Don't have to tear it all apart

Love will  come when you're ready to find it, that's the way love goes
Tryin' too hard will buy you yards of pain
Love and Justice might be blind and time might heal your woes
But you got to be ready to feel at the balance change

And maybe.… You'll  let some new light in
And maybe.… You'll be as good as new
And maybe.… You're heart will mend... till then
You're just a wrestlin' blue
You're just a wrestlin' blue
You're just a wrestlin' blue
You're just a wrestlin' blue


Big Box Store
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
all rights Reserved

You probably see me when you look right through me
You've seen my kind a million times before
I'm the woulda, shoulda, coulda be guy from deep in the cavity
Somewhere in the back of the big box store
You know my name it's embossed in plastic
Clipped to the pocket of my company shirt
I smile politely when I hear your story
From inside my armor where I can't get hurt

There is a dream in the clouds of morning
Where white birds wing to a different shore
I see them fly I hear them calling
Far beyond the sliding panes of exit doors
Far beyond the sliding panes of exit doors

I remember how I came to be here
Like I remember most of the days of my life
With my feet of clay on a muddy roadway
That somehow might get me to a better life
And it's one step forward, two steps back
Three to the left along a slippery slope
A leap from the ledge to look over the edge
From where I just might get a glimmer of hope

There was a dream in the distance glowing
And not like neon hard and bright
There was a dream once well worth knowing
I hear it singing to me in the night

And oh, it's the taste of honey
It smells of cinnamon on the wind
Touching my temples, bowing my head
Urging my feet to begin again... oh oh

I've seen my death I know how it happens
It's in a … a parking lot on Christmas Eve
In a crosswalk near a bell ringing Santa
With my keys in my hand.…   I'm ready to leave
She'll be making a call from her Ford Explorer
Her kids in the back fast asleep and still
She'll drop the phone. look down for a moment
And I will be splattered on the big chrome grille

My final dream will be filled with angels
Whose wings will lift me and whose wings will soar
And carry me away and carry me to sleep
Far from the blacktop of the big box store
Far from the blacktop of the big box store


All the Way to Carolina
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
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Once upon a timeless moment
The world was seen in a drop of rain
A many colored sphere of light
Then with a spark the whole world changed
And all the sky was filled with wonder
Hearts that beat so fierce and kind
A rainbow stretching overhead
That goes from here to Carolina

In and out... up and down
North and South.. black and white
When stars fall down from a heavy sky
There's an echo calling from a silent night
A love that reaches 'cross the ages
Will touch a heart so pure, so fine
An anthem rising soft on wind song
Is heard from here to Carolina

Reaching ocean, reaching mountain
Grass and woodland bow and sing
Touched between these simple blessings
Of new love born in the thought of spring
Clouds that scurry, leaves that scatter
Bright spots burn in eyes that shine
And tears for every good thing gathered
That goes from here to Carolina


Warrior's Heart
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
all rights Reserved

Sometimes the words she use are too soft to mention
But what she says is just exactly what she'll do
It's the delivery …    that gets your attention
Just like a laser pointer pokin' right on through
You see the red dot, check the direction
You see it center on your chest real slow
Then gravity increases in a sudden attraction
And you are shot down dead..     before you even know
And you are blown away... like dandelion parasols
You've crossed the waters that don't never part
Your whole world is gone.. and you weren't prepared at all
She's got a warrior's heart
She's got a warrior's heart

And all that's died is something you called loneliness
That's so much different..     than being alone
It's like you woke up clueless and couldn't even guess
How you ever made it anywhere at all on your own
She got the Georgia sunshine on 'er smiling face
Her legs got the soul of old New Orleans
She wrap you in Chicago when her arms take a hold
And it's Beal Street, Memphis when she pulls you in between
She got the California earthquake attitude
Her boots are Texas right from the start
She gives you all the best of every changing latitude
She's got a warrior's heart
She's got a warrior's heart

And what was good seems so much better now
And what what was better's the glow of divine
It's like the solstice of love is climbing right on top of you
And you double dare the sun "just try and make me blind"
And don’t she match your step... don't she fit your stride...
Something here is bigger than the sum of two parts
Got that mojo and mystery movin' right beside you now
She's got a warrior's heart
She's got a warrior's heart
She's got a warrior's heart



Color Me
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
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Color me, color me, color me, color me,
Color me, color me, anything but gray.…
Color me, color me, color me, color me,
Color me, color me, anything but gray.…

If gray I must be make it gray upon the water
Fog creeping slowly or mist hanging low
Suspended somewhere beneath a molten sky of solder
Advancing a storm etched in monochrome - Ohhh!…

If gray I must be make it gray that serves the potter
As clay taking form in the spin of the wheel
Like the hand of a goddess might teach her only daughter
Making vessels to fire for a purpose that's real

Place me on the palette, bind me to the brush
Show me the power in the colors of love
Place me on the palette, bind me to the brush
Show me the power in the colors of love

If gray I must be make it gray like a wolf song
Stalking the moon under coyote skies
Shaken from shadow, wrapped in the wind
Drawn to the places where the free spirit flies


Poison the Well
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
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Something's changed here...   What's that smell?
Somebody's come and poisoned the well
This used to be sweet, it used to be clean
Now it's bitter and brownish green
I remember way back when I used to come here with all of my friends
Stay all day, drink all night, but something's changed and it don't seem right
It's a cold, hard fact and a truth to tell
Some one's come and poisoned the well

Not with a chemical, not with carbon
But, it's damn near lethal in the common jargon
It spreads, it taints, it fouls and festers
It just gets worse 'cause it don't get better
It's a mixture of hate and the syrup of anger, rage and lust combined with danger
It's good intentions down a twisted road
with a basket in your hands full of trouble and woe
In the deafening silence of a demon spell
I hear somebody's come and poisoned the well

It gives off vapors that hobble and ground you
Pollutes the very air around you
Tears your eyes and makes them sting
It chokes your throat so you can't sing
It spins you round in the wrong direction, churns your bile with dark infection
Congeals in streams and reservoirs, blots the moon and covers the stars
With a word unspoken since paradise fell
Someone's gone and poisoned the well


In My Baby's Arms
©2008 Alex Bevan - Fiddler's Wynde Music BMI
all rights Reserved

In my baby’s arms
The world just melts away
And all my little troubles go
Somewhere else to play
And when she holds me close
It’s like night turned into day
In my baby’s arms
Is where I want to stay

In my baby’s eyes
I see light that shines
And in just a smiling  glance
There’s nothing more I need to find
And through the dance and twinkle
That sparkles to my soul
In my baby’s eyes
I am healed and warmed and whole

She says, "Baby, Baby...
You're a dreamer
Come dream with me....

In my baby’s heart
I hear a simple song
That leads me as it lifts me
To the place where I belong
And In that place with arms and eyes
I never am alone
In my baby’s heart
Is where I’ll make my home


Home Tonight
©2005 Michael Stanley - Michael Stanley Music ASCAP
all rights Reserved - used with permission

I've made my peace with this highway
I done my time... tried to carry my weight
And I've had some good friends beside me
and now is the hour and I can't be late

I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight
I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight

they say you get what you pay for
I'm here to tell you I think that they're wrong
Cause I've paid nothing for this sunset
Or the roll of this river or the high notes in song

I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight
I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight

I'm on this ride till it closes
You take what's been dealt you and play it on through
And all these beautiful diversions
As fine as they are they can't keep me from you

I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight
I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight

I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight
I'm goin home tonight   I'm goin home tonight