1 Sea of Trees                     
2 Glorious Red Dirt
3 Rosie and Cider
4 God the Weaver
5 Gun

6 Lord of Heaven and Earth

1 Sea of Trees

Why do you want to step in to the shadow, force out the warmth of the sun.
No one holding your head up against cold hard steel of a gun.
I know your’
e drowning in deep despair.
Believe me your soul will float out of ther
e.

Why do you want to drain your own river of life?
All the ground covered in red.
Why leave the land of the living to tread the land of the dead?

Will you find laughter echoing amongst the trees?
Will joy be ther
e floating on a breeze?

Chorus

Don’t go down to the Sea of Trees.
Their tops like humans hands the
y’re stretching straining for the sun.
Don’t go down to the
Sea of Trees with poison rope or a gun.

Why have you mixed up deadly dark poison?
F
ar from your thoughs the antidote.
On paper you have written down a verse its a dark demonic quote.

Don’t go down following the haunting, sound of a fife.
Believe me I know a path that leads to life.

Chorus
Don’t go down to the
Sea of Trees.
Their tops like humans hands there stretching straining for the sun.

Don’t go down to the
Sea of Trees with poison rope or a gun.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

(This song is written about Aokigahara also known as the Sea of Tree. It is a forest close to Japan’s Mount Fuji. Sadly where many people go and commit suicide.)

 

2 Glorious Red Dirt

Should we not bloody our hands do what is right?
Draw the sword out of its sheath then we must strike
The sun sinks down into this glorious dirt
The curtains drop down time to be alert

Through the gloom spot light searches for eyes that glow
Prowling in the depth of darkness our deadly foe
Don’t turn your head away from the natives’ plight
Sharpen the blade then go out and fight

Do what’s right and close the bolt then fire it spits
Let them drink all the sweet poison from the goblet
Will they speak words of love to the victim?

Or will they tear them limb from limb?

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

(Written about the feral pest problem in Australia)

 

3 Rosie and Cider

Her hair crimson red curls like flames of fire
She’s hot and she’s mine and I’m her desire
Holding some cider no words from her lips
She tugs me forward with straight arms curved hips

What more could a man want than Rosie and cider?

Lay down in the hay beside her
Lay down in the hay
Lay down in the hay beside her

She leads me throughout meadows under lovely blue sky
Her love for me lifts my spirit up oh so high.
Our G-d bestowed gifted her beauty wisdom grace.
My breath taken away with her form pretty face.

What could a man want than Rosie and cider?
Lay down in the hay beside her.
Lay down in the hay.
Lay down in the hay beside her.

She’s said I’m leading you to my private palace of hay.
There we my sweet love can frolic in straw and play.
Yes I will cover you from head – toe in bliss.
And I will bestow on you many a kiss.
Yes I will bestow on you many a kiss.

Chorus

What could a man want than Rosie and cider?

Lay down in the hay beside her.
Lay down in the hay.
Lay down in the hay beside her.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

 

4 God the Weaver

She’s beautiful in face and form, way above the norm
This cold is world and her words tumble out warm
I don’t want to die but in her eyes drown
I need her like make up needs the clown

Her loveliness invades me, flower attracts the bee
She’s a temple and I am her devotee
Don’t want to be alone, want to be with her
Oh that I was the covers of her siddur

I feel hot and a lovely fever knowing she’s how a believer,
that we are two strands and God is the weaver
Her beauty it is given, given from above I am captivated by her love
Her beauty it is given, given from above I am captivated by her love

Lyrics by Davyd Homan



 

Gun

Did the gun sit down devise a scheme in the night?
Did it drive itself to the murder site? Guns push air out but do they breath air in?
Was it trying to commit suicide by throwing itself into the bin?

Does a gun really have a living heart and a soul? Can a gun really exercise
self-control? Will its name be written in G-d’s scroll, at death will it go up
to heaven or will it go down to Sheol?

I think it is good if you own something with a muzzle. Are we civilized?
Yet we live in a concrete jungle. There are not many animals some men are beasts.
My friend listen. Who wants to end up in the morgue, end up deceased?

Lyrics by Davyd Homan

 

6 Lord of Heaven and Earth

To the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise
Oh the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise

Who can knit flesh and bone, raise up sons of Abraham from stone?
Whose words can raise the dead, reverse the path on which the sun does tread?
The sun does tread

Only the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise
To the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise

Who can see the future in detail. With his hand he pushes back the dark veil
Who can make a man from clay?
To him a thousand years is only one day
Only one day

Only the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise
To the Lord of heaven and earth
To him we offer up praise

 

Lyrics by Davyd Homan.

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