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Lonesome Valley
02:24
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You gotta Walk that lonesome valley.
You gotta walk it by yourself.
Ain't no one here can walk it for you.
You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself.
My mama said when she was dying
Just before she's going on
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
My Daddy said when he lay dying
just before his breath was gone
My darling child just trust in Jesus
and he will surely lead you home.
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
Ain't no one here can walk it for you.
You gotta walk that lonesome valley by yourself.
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2. |
Unspoken
04:23
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A tiny dancer
Your Mama wanted you to sing
You had to answer
For all the dreams she had to dream.
You wouldn't tell her
That those dreams were not your own
You lived them for her
'Til you flew away from home
And there are so many words left unspoken
It's hard to heal a heart when it's been broken
When there are secrets that you keep
And there are lies you learn to tell
It breaks your heart
My mother's daughter
I learned to hide the truths I know
Like open water
You're never sure how deep I go
You wouldn't tell me
the things you wanted me to see
A trail of breadcrumbs
From a bird who wouldn't sing
And there are so many words left unspoken
It's hard to heal a heart when it's been broken
When there are secrets that you keep
And there are lies you learn to tell
It breaks your heart
Why was it easier to deny
Was the truth that much harder than the lie?
A captive bird can never learn to fly
When there are so many words left unspoken/There's so much we didn't say
Hard to heal a heart when it's been broken/Now the time has slipped away.
When there are secrets that you keep and there are lies you learn to tell
It breaks your heart.
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3. |
Will I Find You
05:36
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Staring out the picture window when I was maybe 9 or 10
The vastness of the universe made me miss you even then
And the girl that I was wished for you on a star
And I don’t even know who you are.
And the moon looks down on this sleepy town and I wonder
Do the stars shine bright where you are tonight, I wonder?
Will I find you? Will I find you.
Now the hours are empty. Still alone and feeling small.
Filled my life with pretty things. They mean not a thing at all
And I wonder if you feel the same way as I
Are you looking up at the same sky?
And the moon looks down on this sleepy town and I wonder
Do the stars shine bright where you are tonight, I wonder.
Will I find you? Will I find you. Will I ever find you?
So I go about my days wondering why we never met.
Are the patterns of the stars immovable and set?
If the sky had no ceiling, I'd drift off to space.
Will the last thing I see be your face?
And the moon looks down on this sleepy town and I wonder
Do the stars shine bright where you are tonight, I wonder.
Will I find you? Will I find you. Will I ever find you?
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I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
I said to that undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Oh, I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
I went back home Lord, my home was lonesome
Missed my mother, she was gone
All of my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so sad and lone
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
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5. |
Down Low Lullaby
04:12
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There are doors I shouldn't open
shut by people who are closed books I cannot read
And now I'm slippery and slopin'
down a garden choked with weeds
And Pandora had a weakness
She was curious and hell broke loose when she dared peek inside
So she slammed the lid to secrets
But left Hope still trapped inside.
She was set up by another man who lied.
I-I won't be your secret why
the hell do you think
I should be the one to sing your down low lullaby
A temptation that's forbidden
Adam wants the knowledge and makes sure that Eve gets the blame
Motivations always hidden
Use a snake to give us shame
There's a grief that overtakes us
So we lock it down and hide what we do not want them to see
There's a way they try to break us
When they're smothering our screams
You can never silence what is born to be free
I-I won't be your secret why
the hell do you think
I should be the one to sing your down low lullaby
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6. |
Ghost
05:19
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He was born in Colorado
Now his heart is buried there.
She was born the east coast daughter of a railway engineer
When he met her she was lonely
Some folks say that he was wild
They weren’t married to each other
But they chose to have a child
There are roads we choose and there are those we lose
But the roads chosen for us haunt us most
There are paths we take and there are hearts that break
Now I'm chasing after a ghost
I'm chasing after your ghost
I may never know the answers
To why you left your love behind
Or if you ever tried to follow or if I was on your mind
You left Trail of tears behind you
I got your nose but not your name
But there are roads we choose and there are those we lose
But the roads chosen for us haunt the most
There are paths we take and there are hearts that break
And now I'm chasing after a ghost
I'm chasing after your ghost
And there are pieces of you in pieces of me
I'm a branch that was grafted on the family tree
And I wonder if you ever knew who I grew up to be?
Ooo-ooo
Now I long for Colorado
And my heart still lingers there
And I wish that I could travel
Like a railway engineer
But the mountains, miles and secrets
Kept me from coming home to you
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7. |
Far Side Banks of Jordan
02:53
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I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Got another journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
And my one regret is leaving you behind
If it proves to be His will that I am first to cross
Somehow I've a feeling it will be
When it comes your time to travel likewise don't feel lost
For I will be the first one that you see
And I'll be waiting on the far side backs of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you comin' I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow waters
Reaching for your hand.
In this life we labor hard to earn our daily fare
Brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
So I'll just rest here on the shore and turn my eyes away
Until you come and we'll see paradise
And I'll be waiting on the far side backs of Jordan
I'll be sitting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you comin' I will rise up with a shout
And come running through the shallow waters
Reaching for your hand.
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8. |
Saved
03:27
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I hold on too long to things I can't change
the ones I love are gone
but I still feel the shame of the
secrets they keep and the lies
that they told me
the dead don't tell tales from their grave
Frozen to the ground
I cannot move on
from the loss of being found
when Pandora's box opened
secrets they keep and the lies that they told me
are throwing their dirt on my grave
Sorry for the way that we said goodbye
and I hope there'll come a day
when I feel....
I carry all my scars
and my heart on my sleeve
I'm too far gone to cry
knowing you're gonna leave
and the secrets I keep and the lies that I tell myself
bury me in my own grave
Sorry for the way that we said goodbye
and I hope there'll come a day
when I feel I'm worth being saved.
You shouldn't have cut yourself open to save me
Just leave me here on the ground where you laid me
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9. |
Sail On, Jamie
04:57
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There's a boat that is waiting to carry me o'er
Over the wild western seas
and the love that I'm longing to captain the boat
is the love I've been longing to see
Sail on Jamie
Sail upon the waves
to the bright shores of heaven
where I'll rest easy safe in your arms
I'll rest easy safe in your arms
Though the burdens of life try to carry me down
and I often don't know what to do
I know I'll be happy when finally I'm
on the far banks of Jordan with you
Sail on Jamie
Sail upon the waves
to the bright shores of heaven
where I'll rest easy safe in your arms
I'll rest easy safe in your arms
And I wonder if ever I'll see you again
for my boat rides the tempest so wild
But YOU made the wave that was tossed by the wind
and I am your seafaring child
Sail on Jamie
Sail upon the waves
to the bright shores of heaven
where I'll rest easy safe in your arms
I'll rest easy safe in your arms
And this boat that will carry me shelters my heart
And my sorrow and grief shall not hold
For the lighthouse that guides me to heavenly shore
Shines a light that is purer than gold
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10. |
You
03:13
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Will you leave her when the morning comes
When her breath is on your skin
and you are tangled in her hair and I don't
know if you can come back home again
Or if I've shut the door completely to
the love I cannot give but I know
You are what I loved
Did I know you in another life?
Are we caught up in remembering another place and time or did I
try to echo something from the past
that couldn't emulate a future we were never meant to live
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You are who I found.
You leave me wanting something
demanding and controlling
I don't know who's the puppet
master or the doll that's bound the strings
I'm tossed and turned and longing
no sense of true belonging
You want to feel my touch but tell me
that I'm not worth anything
You love me to obsession
but can't tame your aggression
I feel your anger as you
try to make me constantly forgive
It's sadomasochism
the way we drive each
mad
wanting what was never ours to give.
You are what I lost.
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11. |
Long Way Around
03:17
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I've taken the long way around
through valleys deep and wide,
hoping to say that I've found
where my spirit lies.
I was hiding my heart.
I thought what I locked away
could never be broken again.
It broke anyway.
But I'm almost home.
In water so deep
it nearly took me to my grave,
but i found you in the wind
and I made the sail my friend
so you can blow...
Sometimes the path ain't straight.
I had a lot I was proving.
It's hard to navigate
when your star keeps moving.
I aim to disappoint, he says.
He points it out before they all see
and judge him for what he can't give.
He is just like me.
But I'm finally home,
a love that's so deep
it gave me hope of being saved.
You are the wind
and I'll make the sail my friend
and you can blow
me home.
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12. |
Lonesome Valley (Live)
02:52
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Cory Goodrich Chicago, Illinois
Cory Goodrich is a singer/songwriter with two award winning children's CDs, Hush and Wiggly Toes, a country album: W.O.M.A.N. The winner of the 2015 Cohen-Grappel Recording Endowment, Cory released Wildwood Flower. Her latest album, Long Way Around, produced by Ethan Deppe of The Quiet Regret, is companion piece to her best-selling memoir, Folksong: A Ballad of Death, Discovery, and DNA ... more
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