1. Tzion
Yes
a man is born into trouble, it comes like the day turns to night,
the
sun turns to rain
And
a man is born into trouble like a Jew in Germany like a slave in
chains
And
the wind is so heavy and the earth rises to meet
Within
this body of clay a heart of gold does beat
Chorus
And
with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face
join
me and run to the higher place
Yes
a man is born into trouble, comes like the heat to the desert
like
the pain to the cut
and a man is born into trouble,
like
a woman says ‘love’ like a woman turns away
And
we live on the border yeah the border of night and day
within
this body of clay, with sorrow and so much pain,
sorrow
and so much pain
Chorus
And
with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face
join
me and run to the higher place
Yes
a man is born into trouble, comes like the child hurt in play
and
like lovers in what they say
And
a man is born into trouble, like a church in Russia
and
like a power play
And
yes run the good race, fight the good fight, within this body of clay
and that’s all I want to say
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
2 Worship at our Temple
Mark
has rattled that little bone in my head
Blowing
strong she’s right on, sweet NZ
Running
around getting our stuff together
Single
wing that flies with out a single feather
Meeting
at the paddock like perfect,
no
drugs in me but I feel like an addict
Patches
of rock that are sticking out like mange,
no
scape dog she’s the beautiful Paeroa range
Deer
and boar they have a home on her true
Her
top scrapes then it just cuts into the blue
Also
looks like a giant pushed dirt over a grave,
not
sure if I’m fool hardy or brave
Dust
is spiralling from the car like a vapour trail,
soon
so quiet slip through the air under a sail
At
take off there is always a safety check,
who
wants to break and then spiral into the deck?
Standing
there I feel the glory of a thermal
We
have come to worship at our temple
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
3. Celtic Woman
Celtic
woman she’s my friend,
good
things she placed in my heart sometimes flow from my pen
Brick
by brick she pulled down the wall of fear
She
used them to built a bridge to the land she calls “I care”
Celtic woman hair fiery red I’ve watched her mouth shaping words ‘love’ she softly said I’m like that moth dancing near the sweet golden flames Weary of the fire weary of the desire in case I’m maimed
Celtic
woman she’s a good thing
She’s
like the sun that’s
rising, making birds sweetly sing
I’ll
head out through that scary no man’s land,
to
fight my way through to reach the other side then touch her
hand
Celtic
woman she’s my friend
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
4. Struck Down
Struck down on love’s battle field
I’ve lost hope, a knight holding a plastic sword feeling like a joke
Along the plain over the mountain there is snow the wooden horse I owned wouldn’t go
I’ve
seen my dreams vanish
A
patch of light consumed by the storm
like
a blind weatherman I couldn’t see to forewarn
A
loner that found someone sweet oh so dear
I
never asked her for help to start tearing down the fear
Can
mere man stand in this bright lovely light and do what’s always right
always right?
We
do have many troubles, all our many troubles are so small but when
added up they lead completely to our fall
Those arrows are words they’re not fiction but fact
Those words striking so hard they pierced my heart through the back
So close we touched and then I was deeply torn
The beautiful young rose still has thorns
We’re like two beautiful butterflies that have been caught in our very own rain
Will we live Elohim will we live and fly again?
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
5.
Dropped out of bed and into life
He
dropped out of bed and into life sat there thinking about the after
life
He
dropped in front so he dropped back to see if anyone had some
smack
Chorus
Johnny
stop doing it, stop frying your brain get back with sweet Mary Jane
The
girls call him a cute lay about
dropped
into class only to drop right out
Dropped
into Mary’s then drop right off right in the middle of Rachmaninov
Chorus
Johnny
stop doing it stop frying your brain get back with sweet Mary Jane
He
dropped doing drugs yeah dropped the scene,
decided
to live bright and clean
He
dropped the question didn’t drop the ring
Its
now clear the family can’t sing
Chorus
Johnny
stopped doing it stopped frying his brain he’s now married to that
sweet Mary Jane
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
6.
Fly Away
The
olive branch will soon lie broken its a sign its a symbolic omen
and
dead on the ground lies a dove and soon to
be
joined by brotherly love
I
see war paint quietly being put on do you know?
It
won’t be very long
Seven thousand war horses waiting at the gate
G-d
knows the right time, the time to evacuate
The time has now come now come to pass that the weapons have the power to turn sand to glass Those poisonous dark clouds will darken the sky and blinding lights will consume many innocent eyes
Yet many will leave and fly away like a large flock there they will land in the cleft of The Rock
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
7. June for April in December
Is
commitment dead? Maybe she’s lost
I
thought I saw her in the haze of the frost
Yes
it was you in the middle of the bridge throwing something over that
looked like garbage
Chorus
You’re
murdering commitment saying her words where like brick with out
mortar
committing
a crime greater than manslaughter
Most
say you were lead by that little member,
when
leaving June for April in December
Your
will is like a butterfly that is blown on the wind
saying
I am sinless, layer skin on skin
Chorus
Your
murdering commitment saying her words where like brick with out
mortar
committing
a crime greater than manslaughter
So
many excuses from your mouth roll yet in the distance there’s a lone
bell does toll
Are
you listening to me and myself?
That’s
your name, enemy of Abel a friend of Cain
Chorus
Your
murdering commitment saying her words where like brick with out
mortar
committing
a crime greater than manslaughter
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
8.
Rose to Love
I’ve
been a loner riding on the plains for too long
Sat
by many fires but sang the same song
I’ve
seen the whirling wind dust turn to a spiral staircase in the sky,
to
say I want to be alone would be a lie
I’m
yearning I’m a turning to Rose to love
I’ve
been a sitting next to this flaming fire for too long
Thinking
that to live all alone is so wrong
Life
it is so very short, there it goes a shooting star falls through the
sky
Just
like that spark jumps to the ground, flickers then just dies
I’m
a yearning to Rose to love
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
9. Who Can Tame The Tongue?
They
say war starts with a shot from a gun,
but
I say words start them by rolling off the tongue
The
tongue can set your world on fire as one man calls another man a
liar
You
better believe the tongue can spit fire
Chorus
Who can tame the tongue? Who can tame the tongue? Can you tame your tongue?
Its
so true sticks and stones do break bones and its so true words can
hit as hard as a stone
Those
words can break our spirit like flowers if hail falls on them shower
after shower
You
better believe your words they have power, power
Chorus
Who can tame the tongue? Who can tame the tongue? Can you tame your tongue?
I
saw words strike out like men use their feet
I
saw that name lying so still on the street
That
name was kicked and a bruised in mud,
it
lay their hurting no sign of the blood
Hey,
I would suggest you speak out some love, love
Chorus
Who can tame the tongue? Who can tame the tongue? Can you tame your tongue?
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
10.
Forgotten Tree
If
I were the rain I would fall on you the dry flower
If
I were healing I would heal your broken wings
If
I were the light to you I would come a blazing
If
I were the calm I would enter your storm
Chorus
But
I’m only me a wild forgotten tree
Standing
on a desert plain calling your name
If
I were a word, to you I would be the word love
If
I were sweet peace I would come and fill your heart
If
I were the time, for you I would stand so still
If
I were a boat, from the trouble we could float
Chorus
But I’m only me, a wild forgotten tree standing on the desert plain
Calling your name, calling your name,
So from the sun I’ll give you shade
Lyrics by Davyd Homan
