We Sow The Storm
(hillier)
A man is talking to me
We're at my brother's party
I know what trust is
The key
For us
But he's a charmer
And you are elsewhere
I take precautions
I've little caution sometimes
His eyes are understanding
His words are gentle to me
He has a girlfriend
At home
He says
It's not my background
To be unsound
It's wrong to have him
In my defense I say this
I love the things you show me
I love the way you hold me
I love the fact that you're not here
Tonight
I'll take the gamble
Because I'm able
And no I'm not proud
A man is talking to me
We're at my brother's party
I know what trust is
The key
For us
But he's a charmer
And you are elsewhere
I take precautions
I've little caution sometimes
His eyes are understanding
His words are gentle to me
He has a girlfriend
At home
He says
It's not my background
To be unsound
It's wrong to have him
In my defense I say this
I love the things you show me
I love the way you hold me
I love the fact that you're not here
Tonight
I'll take the gamble
Because I'm able
And no I'm not proud
Away In A Manger
Away In A Manger
Written by Martin Luther and Jonathan E. Spillman
Away in a manger,
No crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes.
I love you, Lord Jesus!
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle
Til morning is nigh.