by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
As a sit alone in the silence, thinking thoughts of long ago
a vision comes before me, of the one that I love so
of the one that I love so.
We courted there in the meadow, under the shade of the trees
He promised to be mine forever, through all eternity
through all eternity
Chorus:
Oh, I hear him singing in the meadow...
in the rustling of the leaves.
for now he sings with the angels
his voice is on the summer breeze..(2)
But his country called him as a soldier, to fight for the brave and the free.
he vanished into the fire of battle, from flesh to a memory..
from flesh to a memory. (Chorus)
One day when I get to heaven, I know he'll be there to meet me
once again we sing in the meadow, this time for eternity (Chorus)
Last line:
his voice is on the summer breeze..
(Performed by Carrie Hamby & Singing Biscuit)
by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
I saw her walking down the street, as pretty as can be
I bet she needs a feller, oh, I wish It could be me!
But when I see her pretty smile, it takes my breath away
I studder and I stammer. oh! I wish that I could say…
Chorus:
Come and hold my hand my darlin'
and walk a ways with me…
if you will be my love dear,
I'd treat you like a queen
Come and hold my hand my darlin'
I will beam with pride…
if I could be your husband
and you would be my bride!
I've rescued her a thousand times, from a fearful fate
but I just can't get brave enough, to ask her for a date.
So… I threw my coins in a wishing well, and wished that it could be
that someday somewhere, she would finally notice me.
Chorus:
I'd love her in the morning, and when the day was done
Oh how I wish she felt the same, an' I could be her one
I'd Build a little house for her... a bell upon the door
we'll have a pretty baby or two, or three or maybe four
Chorus: Chorus, Tag
(Performed by ScrapIron Songsmith)
by Ron Patrick/Fred "Butch" Burns/Charles Miner (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
He just turned forty-three, left behind mama and me
preacher said it was the saddest thing
when they found him face down, it was mama's greatest fear
that in the end… it was the whiskey and the beer.
Whiskey and the beer, seemed to rule his very soul
he loved it more than he loved mama and me
he always said he'd quit, through the years and mama's tears
but in the end… it was the whiskey and the beer.
Many times he promised mama, he'd taken his final drink.
but we knew it was a promise he couldn't keep
'cause when it came down, to which of us he'd choose
he always chose the booze…
Whiskey and the beer, musta been his best friend
he loved it more than he loved mama and me
he always said he'd quit, through the years and mama's tears
but in the end… it was the whiskey and the beer.
(Performed by ScrapIron Songsmith)
by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
Chorus: (trio repeat harmony)
Careless Words (careless words) are often spoken
(words are often spoken)
when the thrill of love is new....
Lovers hearts (lovers hearts) are always broken
(hearts are always broken)
when those careless words aren't true.
In the springtime you told me, you'd be my one and only*
but soon you changed your mind, and another you did find.
(Repeat chrous)
I was to blind to see, just how fickle that your love could be
Careless words were soon forgotten, and our love's a painful memory
(Repeat chrous)
As I look back through the years, at the trouble and the tears
that you caused me to weep, with those promises you never ment to keep.
*updated lyric from recording (Performed by Bottom Dollar Boy$)
by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
Lord make of me Your vessel, bring me close to You
in every word I speak, in every deed I do
help me walk upon Your word, Lord keep me in thy sight
in the sunshine of the day and through the darkest night.
Refrain:
in every word I speak, in every deed I do.
Lord, make of me Your vessel, and bring me close to You.
Lord be near and touch me, mold me to your way
for You are the Potter, and I'm but simple clay
give me words in my mouth, to speak out for Your sake
in the calm of the dawn, or in the stormy wake. (Refrain)
Give me strength and courage, to stand against the pain.
of this lost and hostile world, that hates Your very name
make me Your humble servant that I might do my tiny part
to spread Your love and Gospel Lord, even to the hardest hearts. (Refrain)
(Performed by Pickin' Point)
by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
There's a meetin' at the churchouse
where God's children come to pray
where we all can meet on Sunday
to hear His word and sing His praise.
Chorus:
There's a meeting at the churchouse
where God's children come to pray
and hear the preachin' from the Bible (from the Bible)
brother won't you come today
Come and hear the choir a-singin'
those old hymns we love to hear
'bout how by faith we can be saved
and no longer fear the grave (Chorus)
There's is a preacher at the churchouse
who teaches the words that Jesus said
and how our Savior died on calvary
and how God raised Him from the dead (Chorus)
(Performed by Pickin' Point)
by Fred "Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
In the lonesome of the night, I call ya darlin'
but you no longer answer me
In the lonesome of the night, I call ya name dear
but you're no where I can see
You promised you'd be my love dear, that you'd always be true
In the lonesome of the night I call your name dear. . .
but I no longer believe in you. . .(2)
In the lonesome of the night I often wonder, why your heart is so unkind
You said your love would be forever, now I know it was a lie!
You promised you'd be my love dear, that you'd always be true
In the lonesome of the night I call your name dear. . .
but I no longer believe in you. . . (2)
You're gonna miss me one day darlin',
and you're gonna want me back someday
I gave you all my heart little darlin', but you just threw it all away.
So don't you come runnin' back, and say you're sorry we are through
I'll always love you my darlin'
but I no longer believe in you. . . (2)
So don't you come runnin' back, and say you're sorry we are through
I no longer call you darlin'
cause I no longer believe in you. . (3).
(Performed by ScrapIron Songsmith)
by Evelyn Davis Burns and F.D."Butch" Burns (Greater BigBend Music, BMI)
Here's the place he used to play,
Here's the spot he loved so well,
Where he frolicked day by day
Where his childhood fancies dwell,
Toys and playthings thick with dust,
Sweet memories of childish joy
Called as a soldier, while still a boy
Echoes a voice now heard no more
Oh how sad the farewell word
Tearful yet the last goodbye,
We little dreamed that he had heard,
The Father's summons from the sky,
In the wardrums' stirring beat
In the battle's ringing knell
First to go and first to greet
death, where Freedom's heroes fell
Though he never shall return
to this place of youth's delight
he's at rest in a foreign sod
but safe at home in the bosom of God.
Called as a soldier, while still a boy
Echoes a voice now heard no more
(Performed by ScrapIron Songsmith)
