Once we were dreamers on the rise
We were the sun, where the sun never shines
And we would go, where the night bird only flies
That was a long time ago, for that kind of wind to blow
Long time ago, we were dreamers on the rise

And twice, we said we'd begin again
And we made a vow, that we'd remain as friends
And falling down, we said we would rise again
That was a long time ago, for that kind of wind to blow
Long time ago, we were dreamers on the mend

And if, three wishes came into my life
I'd say one, would be to gaze into your eyes
And I'd say two, would be turning back our lives
That was a long time ago, for that kind of wind to blow
Long time ago, we were dreamers on the rise
Long time ago, we were dreamers on the rise

Words and music
     by
John Stewart

Take my hand
Don't let me walk alone
Give me bread
Don't hand me a stone
For I have joined the elders now
And I must make my stand
In the Furnace of Humility, I will trust his mighty hand

How I fear
I am one who once was blind
And how I grieve
For those I left behind
For now I chose to follow him
And I must make my stand
In the Furnace of Humility, I will trust his mighty hand

(Chorus)
I will listen to the wise men
And believe what I was told
For the wisdom that I gained from them
Is worth much more than gold

Give me strength
I am merely just a man
And the trail I left behind
Is like the footprints in the sand
There were times when he did carry me
Now I must make my stand
In the Furnace of Humility, I will trust his mighty hand

Word and music
    by
Joe McKay

The world is making me obsolete
Getting' so that I can't compete
And every now and then I hear the young folks say
Hey Old Man get out of the way

You know I still don't own me a cable TV
With hundreds of stations to entertain me
And Bell Atlantic won't leave me alone
They still insist on giving me a cellular phone

Ya know I drive a 1970's automobile
They want to pass a law that its over the hill
It's far to big, it uses to much gas
And just like me it's a pain in the ass

(Chorus)
Oh the world is making me obsolete, etc.

Ya know I still write letters and lick those stamps
To the friends I meet at the summer camps
But folks is sayin' that's so obscene
Ain't ya ever heard of a fax machine

Ya know I went to a wedding
I felt so out of place
I know nothing bout computers or cyber space
When I asked the young couple how they met
They said they found each other on the internet

(Chorus)
I went to the doctor I was feeling rather ill
I thought I'd get some medicine or maybe just a pill
But all I got was paper work and lots of forms to fill
On how I'd guarantee them the payment of the bill

You know they asked for my insurance, my HMO
They wanted all my credit cards before they let me go
They asked for all my bank accounts and if I owned a home
And how much could I borrow just in case I need a loan

And when they were through with me I didn't feel so bad
I said, "why don't you forget it," and I went home rather glad
Cause all that they requested from me really did the trick
You know all that crap they put you through is worse than being sick

(Chorus)
You gotta be careful of the food you eat
Stay away from fish and watch out for the meat
It's loaded up with chemicals, that's what they say
If it don't kill you later it will kill you today

And all I see on TV are those exercise machines
They'll really take the fat off and make your body lean
Some reason I don't own one and I feel like such a jerk
But I just don't have the energy when I get home from work

(Chorus)
This is really a long song, especially to type.

If your not so beautiful, get ugly as you can
If you can't get them to love you
Make 'em throw up, that's the plan
Either way will get you much attention rather quick
If you can't gain admiration, you can make them pretty sick
Like people sticking pins through their ears through their nose
Some right through their genitals, OOOU!
And even through their toes
You can be a walking freak show and the world will be your stage
But I wonder what they'll look like when the get to be my age

(Chorus)

Word and music
    by
Joe McKay

WHERE THE WIND KNOWS THE MOTHER

Where the wind knows the mother
Where the sea meets the sky
Way beyond the blue horizon
There's a place for you and I

No matter what your color
No matter where your from
You will shine just like the sunset
Your the most important one

Where the wind knows the mother
Where the sea meets the sky
Way beyond the blue horizon
There's a place for you and I

Words and music
     by
Joe McKay

WIND CHIMES

Wind chimes - wind chimes
What a beautiful haunting sound
Blue skies filled with cotton clouds
And the trade winds blow them round
On a spring day Oh mother earth
How your music fills the air
With a song that speaks with a gentle peace
Through the wind chimes haunting prayer

Children play on this sunny day
I hear laughter everywhere
Sweet breeze sways the emerald trees
And gently strokes my hair
Oh the beauty of this glorious day
Is a gift made with loving care
And the song is sung through his loving son
Through the wind chimes haunting prayer

Words and music
     by
Joe McKay

Like two great rivers we will flow
Side by side throughout our lives
Two loving hearts we will merge as one
As we chart the course we go
But a time will come when we'll have to part
from our journey to the sea
Then a part of me will go with you
and a part of you with me

Like a river of water in a desert land
You have shared you life with me
In the midst of the storm you have held my hand
As we sailed the raging sea
For to have a friend and to be a friend
Till we reach our destiny
Then a part of me will go with you
and a part of you with me

Like the shade of a rock in a barren land
You have hid me from the wind
When life stripped me bare of what I held dear
You have always been my friend
But a time will come when the hands of fate
will move us separately
Then a part of me will go with you
and a part of you with me

Words and music
     by
Joe McKay

(Chorus)
Your the voice in the wind that keeps us together
Writing songs from the heart that will move us forever
And the good times that we shared I will always remember
And your songs from the heart will keep us one

We are so many children
From so many places
We are so many stories
With so many faces
But the message is the same
When each one embraces
And your songs from the heart will keep us one

(Chorus)
There are songs for the homeless
There are songs for the dreamers
There are songs for the working man
Who struggles till he dies
There are songs for the Indians
We must hear their cries
And there are songs for the children
With the flies in their eyes

(Chorus)
As you travel through this world
You will leave little traces
Of the things that you did
Until father time erases
But the songs will live on
For other generations
And your songs from the heart will keep us one

(Chorus)
Words and music
     by
Joe McKay

DON'T COOK YOUR DINNER

If you feel like your missin' out
At getting at the finer things in life
Your not an ass - forget the past
Forgive yourself and things will be alright

You've worked hard - obeyed the laws
And paid all the taxes that came due
Your still alive - and lookin' good
You got a mind and a lovin' heart
There's still a lot this life can offer you

(Chorus)
So--don't cook your dinner on the fire
that's burning down your house
And don't take a bath in the water
you'll need to put it out
And don't let your kids know that
you once did all the things they do
Or you'll find them walking all over
the sunny side of you

Yeah - your kids will tell you - give it up
You're gettin' old and you're just out of touch
They'll treat you like you've seen the Nile
Like soon you'll need a rocking chair and crutch

But as long as I'm kickin'
And my hearts still tickin'
I'll follow my dreams and have some fun
For my life's not over -
There's still a lot of songs that must be sung

(Chorus)
Words and music
     by
Joe McKay

 SADDLED AND BRIDLED

He was young he was handsome
He was just seventeen
He would march off to glory
Like the child only dreams
A knight in white armor
On a fine prancing steed
To the bugles call to battle
He will meet his country's need

(Chorus)
Saddled and bridled and booted rode he
A plume in his helmet and a sword at his knee
But home came the saddle all bloody to see
And home came the steed - but home never came he

I remember the story of a boy from our town
He joined up in the Army when the call came around
The gave him a party - then he went off over seas
To somewhere in the desert back in 1943

(Chorus)
There were so many wars with there glorious cause
There were so many young men sent to far distant shores
They were cheerful and willing -  their hearts full of pride
They believed it was right, they had God on their side

(Chorus)
Words and Music
      by
Joe McKay

DZIA DZIU (Grandpa)

Dzia Dziu worked in a factory
And he gave his wife his pay
He raised six kids in a cold water flat
He was poor till his dying day

But he lived his life as a gentle man
And was happy with the simple things
Like a hot bowl of soup and a cold glass of beer
And family gatherings

Dzia Dziu was a working man
Dzia Dziu was a working man
Dzia Dziu was a working man
He was poor till his dying day

He used to clap his hands and stomp his feet
To the music of the Polish songs
And sing while I played my accordion
In the language of the land he was born

He used to take me for walks and a ferry boat ride
I remember how he held my hand
As we walked through the park where he met old friends
They talked about the mother land

Dzia Dziu was an immigrant (three times)
He came from a foreign land

He talked about the time that they sent him away
As a soldier in the cavalry
For five long years, and a war for the Czar
'fore he came to the land of the free

I remember how he cried just a year before he died
How he held me as I came through his door
When He first saw me wearing that uniform
I was drafted for the Viet Nam War

Dzia Dziu was a soldier (three times)
He rode in the cavalry

Now my Dzia Dziu he is gone
But his memory lives on
As I gaze at his picture on the wall
With his long shiny sword and his blue uniform
As he stands there so straight and tall
And I know he's up in heaven walking down a golden street
With a Rosary in his calloused hands
With a woolen sweater on and slippers on his feet
And the smile of a humble man

Dzia Dziu was a Polish man (three times)
He believed in the land of the free

(Repeat first verse and END)
    Words and Music
          by
    Joe McKay