Herman is a nudist
He used to be a Buddhist
No one can compare to his tassels and hair
It’s said the best colonies are North of our border
less regulations and less order.
Now Herman has a home where he can freely roam
and see creatures in wild all around his home
From which Nancy and he would like to roam
Free as the air on skin that is bone
The touch of the wind soothes and refreshes his body bare.
It is said that in Canada the places are best
But when ever I think of him I say to myself
Herman is a nudist.
Wow! Never would I have imagined that so much pleasure could be had
by thinking of Herman’s naked body!
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Let go
Let go and let God
Let go
Let go and let God
Let go and let God feel
Let go and let God feel your need and heal.
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Give me peace, give me love
Give me peace, give me love, give me hope
Give me peace, give me love, give me hope, give me joy
Give me peace, give me love, give me hope, give me joy
Give me hope eternal
Give me hope eternal
For it is hope that springs faith eternal
Eternal is forever.
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My heart cries out
My heart cries out for you
My heart cries out for you
In your garden of flowers
I picture you among the daisies and tiger lilies
My heart cries out for you in your garden of flowers. I picture you among the daisies and tiger lilies with a white butterfly letting me know you are near.
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I think I’d still resist even if it were Jesus himself washing my feet.
Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet!
Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned.
Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned but it’s OK.
Jesus, I can’t let you wash my feet because I have sinned but it’s OK.
Jesus, say but the word and my sins will be forgiven.
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How beautiful it is
How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset
How beautiful it is!
How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset.
How beautiful it is, the glorious sunset
The red crimson ball
Falling beyond the horizon
Like the three ball
In the corner pocket of the game.
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I love reading
I love reading when the house is quiet
When the house is quiet
not even a child’s cry heard
I love reading when the house is quiet
not even a child’s cry is heard
just the creaking of a rocker
and my breath going in and out.
I love reading when the house is quiet
Not even a child’s cry is heard,
just the creaking of a rocker
and y breath going in and out
like my grandmother’s bellows.