Second best ballad ever.

Started by NM_Shooter, June 29, 2012, 07:40:48 AM

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NM_Shooter

"Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?"
"Officium Vacuus Auctorita"

rick91351

Quote from: NM_Shooter on June 29, 2012, 07:40:48 AM
"Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?"

The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

Okay what is number one in your book.......

Proverbs 24:3-5 Through wisdom is an house builded; an by understanding it is established.  4 And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.  5 A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.


NM_Shooter

One that I liked since I was a kid, and will always be my favorite : "Ballad of the Green Berets"
"Officium Vacuus Auctorita"

rick91351

Sgt. Berry Sadler - My brother was one, so was a cousin.  That was in that era......  Brother did one tour to Nam as one.  Later another one as a Huey pilot.

   
Proverbs 24:3-5 Through wisdom is an house builded; an by understanding it is established.  4 And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.  5 A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.



Native_NM

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.


Pure poetry....
New Mexico.  Better than regular Mexico.