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Billy Gilman




Billy Gilman Album


Music Through Heartsongs: Songs Based On The Poems Of Mattie J.T. Stepanek (04/15/2003)
04/15/2003
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We need to stop, just stop
Stop for a moment
Before anybody says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else

We need to be silent, just silent
Silent for a moment
Before we forever lose the blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts

We need to notice, just notice
Notice for a moment
Before the future slips away
into ashes and dust of humility

Stop, be silent, and notice
In so many ways, we are the same
Our differences are unique
treasures

We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept
We need to be, just be
Be for a moment

Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting
Like children and lambs
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful

And now, let us pray
Differently, yet together
Before there is no earth, no life


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It matters that the world knows
We must celebrate the gift of life
Everyday in some way
We must always remember to play after every storm
All children are truly blessed
With the innocent gifts of gentleness, trust and compassion
To guide the wisdom of the grown-ups
We all have a song in our heart that inspires us in good times and in hard times
If we take the time to listen

It matters, it matters, oh, it matters that the world knows
Our senses help discover the hidden and non-hidden
Enchantment in life, if we use them

We must carefully choose our words and wants
Or we could forever hurt others with these dangerous weapons
Strength and value of all things created
Must be measures by character and commitment
Rather than by might and by wealth

It matters, it matters, oh, it matters that the world knows
Our senses help discover the hidden and non-hidden
Enchantment in life, if we use them

We must heed the lessons of everyday life
Through the celebration of children and heartsongs,
senses and words
Or we could lose in our journey to the future

It matters

A person by my name and being existed
With a strong spirit and an eternal mindset
To become a peacemaker for all
By Sharing the things that really matter.


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Don't you just love the morning
When you go outside and there on the ground
Is a fresh perfect green leaf
A leaf floating from the quiet summer trees
Just resting on the grass and waiting to be discovered

Touch the treasure
And pick it up gently
And feel the excitement
Of a new leaf with no tears
No marks and no holes
It is the sign of healing and future

Don't you just love the morning
When you're reminded of the special gifts of life


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I am black, I am white
I am all skins in between
I am young, I am old
I am each age that has been
I am scrawny, I am fed
I am starving for attention
I am famous, I am cryptic
I am hardly worth a mention
I am short, I am height
I am any frame or stature
I am smart, I am challenged
I am striving for a future

The colour of sky
Is blues and grays
The colour of earth
Is greens and browns
The colour of hope
Is rainbows and purple
And the colour peace
Is people together
Shades of life
People together
Shades of life

I am

I am able, I am weak
I am some strength, I am none
I am being, I am thought
I am all things, said and done
I am born, I am died
I am dust of humble roots
I am grace, I am pain
I am labor of willed fruits
I am slave, I am free
I am bonded to my life
I am rich, I am poor

The colour of sky
Is blues and grays
The colour of earth
Is greens and browns
The colour of hope
Is rainbows and purple
And the colour peace
Is people together
Shades of life
People together
Shades of life

I am

I am shadow, I am glory
I am hiding from my shame
I am hero, I am loser
I am rearning for a name
I am empty, I am proud
I am seeking my tomorrow
I am growing, I am fading
I am hope amid the sorrow
I am certain, I am doubtful
I am desperate for solutions
I am leader, I am student
I am fate and evolutions

I am spirit, I am voice
I am memory, not recalled
I am chance, I am cause
I am effort, blocked and walled
I am hymn, I am heard
I am reasoned without rhymes
I am past, I am nearing
I am present in all times
I am many, I am no one
I am seasoned by each being
I am me, I am you
I am all-souls now decreeing

The colour of sky
Is blues and grays
The colour of earth
Is greens and browns
The colour of hope
Is rainbows and purple
And the colour peace
Is people together
Shades of life
People together
Shades of life

I am


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When Jamie died
And I didn't understand
The eternity of my sadness
I wished I could have prevented it

When I rest in bed
Dream about how I could have
Lived and played with my brother
How I wished that I could have saved him

If wishing could bring him back
He'd be here with me today
But then, I remember...
It happened anyway

When I look at pictures
And imagine what he would be like
Now a dozen years old
I wish I could have saved him from agelessness

If crying could bring him back
He'd be here with me today
But then, I remember...
It happened anyway

When I think of why and how
He was with us and left us
I wished I could have prevented it
And stopped his death, and saved him from
Never needing breath for birthday candles...
...birthday candles

If wishing could bring him back
He'd be here with me today
But then, I remember...
It happened anyway


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One of my greatest fears is "It"
I can't touch it, but I can feel it
It does not have a taste or smell,
But I can hear it in my spirit.

It is deep inside of me,
It makes me fear my memory
One day I'll live peacefully
Without the fear of "It"

It is something I can't see
It can never possess me
It is something I can't see
It always tries to take control,
I can defeat it if I believe it.

It is deep inside of me,
It makes me fear my memory
One day I'll live peacefully
Without the fear of "It"

It keeps running through my mind,
I have to fight it time and time
And time and time and time
And time again...

It is deep inside of me,
It makes me fear my memory
One day I'll live peacefully
Without the fear of "It"

The more I understand it
The less my world revolves around it
Then I can just live out my life
Without the fear of "It"


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Listen to the wind
If you listen carefully
You will hear soft notes
Listen with your mind
Listen with your heart
You will hear a Heartsong
A soft relaxing song
That reminds... you of

Peace and Harmony
Harmony and love
Peace and harmoney and love

If you hear this song
Always remember it
For if you do
You can teach it
To other people too
And they will forever
Forever they'll remember
Their Heartsongs...

Peace and Harmony
Harmony and love
Peace and harmoney and love

Listen to the wind
If you listen carefully
You will hear soft notes
Listen with your mind
Listen with your heart
You will hear a Heartsong
A soft relaxing song of the wind


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Our eyes are for looking at things
But they are also for crying
When we are very happy or very sad

Our ears are for listening
But so are our hearts
Our noses are for smelling food

But also the wind and the grass and
If we try very hard, butterflies
Our hands our for feeling
But also for hugging and touching so gently

Our mouths and tongues are for tasting
But also for saying words, like
"I love you", and
"Thank you, God, for all of these things."


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Colour, the gift of colour
Is so beautiful
Colour, the gift of colour
Is so natural
Colour, the gift of colour
Make the worlds so right
Colour, the gift colour
Gonna paint your worlds tonight

Thank you for the colours of the rainbow
Thank you for sharing these colours with all the fish
And all the birds and all the flowers
And all that you have given us
I want to thank you

Colour, the gift of colour
Is so beautiful
Colour, the gift of colour
Is so natural
Colour, the gift of colour
Make the worlds so right
Colour, the gift colour
Gonna paint your worlds tonight

And thank you
For the colours of the
Heaven-in-the-earth
And of the
Heaven-in-the-sky
And for sharing these colours
In the people of the worlds
You give us colour
As a gift, God

Colour, the gift of colour
Is so beautiful
Colour, the gift of colour
Is so natural
Colour, the gift of colour
Make the worlds so right
Colour, the gift colour
Gonna paint your worlds tonight

And thank you
For the colours of the
Heaven-in-the-earth
And of the Heaven-in-the-sky
And for sharing these colours
In the people of the worlds
You give us colour
As a gift, God


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If the would find a cure when
I'm a kid
I could ride a bike and sail on rollerblades, and
I could go on really long nature hikes

If they would find a cure when
I'm a teenager
I could earn my license and drive a car, and
I could dance every dance at my senior prom

If they would find a cure when
I was a young adult
I could travel around the world and teach peace, and
I could marry and have children of my own

I could... If they would
I could... If they would

If they would fine a cure when
I'm grown old
I could visit exotic places and appreciate culture
And proudly share pictures of my grandchildren

If they find a cure when
I'm alive
I could live each day without pain and machines, and
I could celebrate the biggest thank you of life ever

I could... If they would
I could... If they would

If they would find a cure when
I'm buried into heaven
I could still celebrate with my brothers and sister there, and
I could still be happy knowing that
I, knowing that I, was a part of the effort


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Memories are a great gift
Memories are given to us by God
As a keepsake and a treasure
Memories allow us to call upon the past

Memories can teach us
About what things are good to repeat
Memories, they warn us
About what things should never
Be allowed to happen again

Memories are a gift of the past
That we hold in the present
To create what can be a great future
Treasure and keep memories
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life

Memories offer us opportunities
To laugh, or to cry
Memories offer us opportunities
To smile, or to reminisce

Memories can teach us
About what things are good to repeat
Memories, they warn us
About what things should never
Be allowed to happen again

Memories are a gift of the past
That we hold in the present
To create what can be a great future
Treasure and keep memories
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life

If we open our mind
Memories allow and offer
And help and support
And teach and warn about life

Memories can teach us
About what things are good to repeat
Memories, they warn us
About what things should never
Be allowed to happen again

Memories are a gift of the past
That we hold in the present
To create what can be a great future
Treasure and keep memories
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life
For the sake of
For the sake of... for the sake of life


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I like wearing
Lots and lots of watches
For two reasons
First
If they are all set
All are set
A little different
No one's ever
Too late or
Too early or
Right on time
They just "are"
Watches, watches

No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
Thy just are, they just are

I like wearing watches
Lots and lots of watches
For two reasons
Second reason,
With all these
Watches on me
It's like having
"All the time
In the world"
And never having to think about
The end of time
Or about dying

No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
Thy just are, they just are

With all these
Watches on me
It's like having
"All the time
In the world"
And never having to think about
The end of time
Or about dying

No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
Thy just are, they just are

No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
No one's ever to late, or too early or right on time they just "are"
Thy just are, they just are

I like wearing watches...


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