Passing the Divine
– Amy Dixon-Kolar ©2007
Asharta Music/ASCAP
All Rights Reserved
Is my life controlled by fate or is it something I have to find?
Is it in the everyday, am I passing the divine?
And do I really want to know?
Busy woman walking down the street
Young child crying by the side
She’s thinking work and just walks on
Is she passing the divine?
Man he’s sitting on his train just reading the New York Times
Avoiding all the eyes around him, is he missing the divine?
And do they really want to know?
Chorus:
Little looks little turns little ways you know God is in the detail
Little things what you do what you say
Busy woman and New York Times man
Bump each other on the street
Give a nod and just walk on then they turn and their eyes meet
Am I meant to help this person? Could this be my time?
And if I just walk away am I passing the Divine?
And they both really want to know
Chorus
Repeat 1st verse
Chorus
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Child of Three Mothers
-Amy Dixon-Kolar ©2007
Asharta Music/ASCAP
All Rights Reserved
For nine months you lay in my womb and my heart
I felt as your new soul did quicken and start
At last you were born and my life it did break
In sorrow, I knew the choice I must make
I’ll love you forever my sweet little flower
I did what I had to, it was not in my power
To save you, to keep you, to have you, my own
My culture had spoken, I’m your mother unknown
Chorus
child of three mothers, oceans apart
threads bound so tightly, find peace in your heart
A beautiful baby, not yet one day old
Left on the steps in the night and the cold
You came to me lost and I gave you my care
A fosterling child, there’s room for you here
I saw your first smile and dried your first tears
I held you and rocked you to settle your fears
My sweetest of babies, I couldn’t pretend
To keep you here with me, I knew it would end
Chorus
The first time I held you, you screamed out your fear
Another strange woman, the third one this year
But we started to learn each other’s new ways
For we would be bonded the rest of your days
We carried you home to a place of your own
a brother, a father, a world to be shown
Now I’m Mama to you and I always will be
And we are for you, forever family
Chorus
Three mothers who love you, none more than the rest
Three mothers live in you, they give you their best
Three mothers to guide you, to help you grow strong
They share in your life, and they helped write your song
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Woman, Sing
-Amy Dixon-Kolar ©2006
Asharta Music/ASCAP
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Woman, close your eyes, we know what’s made you weep.
No need to disguise, you’re searching down so deep
You’ve been traveling hard out on your own
Searching for home
But it’s time to sing
Woman, sing
Lonely is the road you’re on but you are not alone
Women all around the world have trod the same
Held down by all our cares, too many we can name
Makes your dreams sink like a stone
But still you sing
Woman, sing
Voice robbed by circumstance, visions put on hold
Desire left to live another day
Your wings clipped by the ordinary,
there’s nothing more to say
You’ve got to let your dreams unfold
Deep in your heart you know the music’s never died
The dream lies dormant but it still survives
The Fiddler’s tune lifts you up on seabird’s wings
Your soul starts to sing
So it’s time to sing
Woman, sing
Your path is your own
Your time has come
Your dreams they soar to meet the song
The world, so small below you
Cries to sing along
Cries to sing
So help them sing
Woman, sing
It’s time to sing
Sing
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For Harper/I’ll Fly Away
For Harper -Amy Dixon-Kolar ©2006 Asharta Music/ASCAP
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I'll Fly Away - © 1929 Albert E. Brumley, Abert E. Brumley and Sons/Hartford Music
One bright morning, when this life is over, I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away
Chorus
I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away (in the morning)
When I die, hallelujah bye and bye
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from prison walls has flown, I’ll fly away
To that land where sorrow’s never known, I’ll fly away
Chorus
Just a few more weary days and then, I’ll fly away
To that home where joy will never end, I’ll fly away
Chorus
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Roads of Home
-Amy Dixon-Kolar ©2007
Asharta Music/ASCAP
All Rights Reserved
Sittin’ out here since half past ten
Just waiting for my life to begin again
Drivin’ down these old roads of home.
Mary came back late last spring
Since she’s been home she ain’t said a damn thing
Drivin’ down these old roads of home.
You tell me you love me, you say it’s really true
But honey, you forget how well I know you
Drivin’ down these old roads of home.
I’ve seen the lilacs come and go, come and go
Measuring the years like the crops and the snow
Driving down these old roads of home.
