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Songs for St Mary’s (Volume 2): Lyrics

1.    Like John the Baptist Says (Peter Fearnley/Dave Roebuck)

2.    Once There Was A Wise Man (Peter Fearnley)

3.    Jesus Wept (Peter Fearnley)

4.    Missing (Peter Fearnley)

5.    Finding God (Peter Fearnley)

6.    The Good Asylum Seeker (Peter Fearnley)

7.    Instrument Of Your Will (Peter Fearnley)

8.    Priests in the Temple (Peter Fearnley)

9.    God is Found (Peter Fearnley)

10.  At the End of the Day (Peter Fearnley)

 

 

 

1.  LIKE JOHN THE BAPTIST SAYS  (Peter Fearnley/Dave Roebuck)

 

He wore sackcloth and ashes and his hair was black as coal

His eyes were fire and brimstone that burned through you to your soul

Although you couldn't hold his stare you couldn't turn away

He said, "I've come to tear your souls from hell

And to prepare the way!"

 

Go lightly from the ledge

But please don’t follow, please don’t follow me

 

His voice was older than his years his words were older still

They flowed through him into our hearts our consciousness to fill

And from this stream there flowed a mighty river to the sea

He said, "Where every brood of vipers sleeps

Is where you will find me"

 

Go lightly from the ledge

But please don’t follow, please don’t follow me

 

He stood so tall above us as his hands upon us lay

And pushed us down into the mud that washed our sins away

And when his song was over and the crowd cried out for more

He said, "I'm not the one who leads

But one who goes before"

 

Go lightly from the ledge

But please don’t follow, please don’t follow me

 

He brought a message to us from another time and place

Older than time and etched in every line upon his face

And one last time he called on us to quit our low down ways

He said, "Repent, repent, repent

Prepare for Judgement Day!"

 

Go lightly from the ledge

But please don’t follow, please don’t follow me

 

 

2.  ONCE THERE WAS A WISE MAN  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Once there was a wise man - or so I'm told

Knew there was more to life than silver and gold

He suffered all the children, with tears in his eyes

Gathered his disciples, but no-one heard him cry…

 

Why, why, why must it, must it be this way

Why, why, why don't you heed the words I say

Why, why, why, do you always turn away

Why, why, why must you hurt me, desert me…

 

Once there was a wise man - his word lives on today

He came to share God's promise and show us all the way

Went up to the hilltop and told us of his plans

Five thousand hungry people all  held out their hands

 

Why, why, why must it, must it be this way

Why, why, why must we live our lives this way today

Why, why, why has it got to end like this

Why, why, why can’t we seal it with a kiss

 

Once there was a wise man - or so I'm told

Knew there was more to life than silver and gold

He taught us how to love God and love each other too

And for that simple message, he died for me and you

 

Why, why, why must it, must it be this way

Why, why, why must you hurt me this way

Why, why, why, do you look at me that way

Why, why, why do you hurt me, desert me…

 

Once there was a wise man nailed upon a cross

 

 

3.  JESUS WEPT  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Jesus wept at the sight of his friend’s grave

Knowing that he had arrived too late to save him

But in his grief, he shared our earthly plight

And Lazarus was raised back up into the light

And Lazarus was raised back up into the light

 

Jesus wept when Judas kissed him on the cheek

Knowing that his friend once strong had now become so weak

He wept for all who feel abandoned and betrayed

And the misguided, broken by mistakes they’ve made

And the misguided, broken by mistakes they’ve made

 

Jesus weeps every time we turn away

From the face of hunger, fear and need

And Jesus weeps when we wage war in His name

And when religion’s used to justify our greed

 

Jesus wept when Peter turned his face away

And his friends slept the night before his judgement day

He wept for all who spend their darkest night alone

And in the morning face their troubles on their own

And in the morning face their troubles on their own

 

Jesus weeps every time we turn away

From the face of hunger, fear and need

And Jesus weeps when we wage war in His name

And when religion’s used to justify our greed

 

But where the darkness ends, an endless light begins

And every tear has washed away a billion sins

But where the darkness ends, an endless light begins

And every tear has washed away a billion sins

 

Still Jesus weeps every time we turn away

From the lost and needy we meet every day

So love the Lord with all your body, soul and strength

And love your neighbour as you would be loved yourself

 

 

4.  MISSING  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Missing now for over seven years

A smiling photograph hides the tears

All the hopes and dreams that turned to fears

Just call this number and put our fears at rest

 

Missing since that awful family row

Harsh words were spoken that seem so pointless now

We only wish that we could take them back somehow

Just call this number and put our fears at rest

Just call this number and put our fears at rest

 

Missing in the pages of a magazine

No clue to where you are or where you might have been

Just where you were when you were seventeen

Just call this number and put our fears at rest

 

Missing now, just like your mum and me

Gone to ground in some alternate destiny

But we can put things right in time, son, you will see

Just call this number - you know it’s for the best

Just call this number and we will do the rest

 

Just call this number - you know it’s for the best

Just call this number and we will do the rest

 

Missing now for over seven years

Missing now for over seven years

Missing now for over seven years

 

 

5.  FINDING GOD   (Peter Fearnley)

 

The clock is ticking - running down

Towards the end - the end of time

Someone speaks of judgement day

A time to reap - a time to pay

 

My head is spinning round and round

I’ve sown my seed on stony ground

But I will till and I will sow

And something good will start to grow

 

I’m finding God under my feet

In the grass upon the street

Between the cracks - between the stones

I’m finding God everywhere I go

 

The road is long - it twists and turns

With many paths on which to tread

Don’t know what’s waiting ‘round the bend

But God is waiting at the end

 

You say you live a God-less life

You never could believe in him

But for all you say and do

I swear that I’ve found God in you

 

Chorus (x2)

 

The clock is ticking - running down

Towards the end - the end of time

 

 

6.  THE GOOD ASYLUM SEEKER  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Walk by on the other side - avert your eyes and pass me by

This body reeks from platitudes and your self-serving attitudes

 

I’m not a man in your dull eyes

I’m just the subject of your well-worn lies

What gives you right to criticise

What crime of mine do you despise

I’m not a man in your dull eyes

 

Walk by on the other side - with all your vanity and pride

With my humanity denied - excuse the sin and turn the tide

 

These open wounds so plain to see

Could be your future and your destiny

So save your anger and your scorn

And thank the Lord for being born

Somewhere that you could call your home

 

Walk by on the other side - for all the times that you have lied

Walk by on the other side - for all the love that you denied

Walk by on the other side - for everyone you’ve crucified

Excuse the sin and turn the tide

 

If you’re in trouble call my name

I will not turn away or point the blame

And I will help you if I can

As any other decent man

Would expect you to do the same

 

I will help you if I can

And not walk by on the other side

 

 

7.  INSTRUMENT OF YOUR WILL  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Let me be, let me be

Let me be, Dear Lord

An instrument of your will  (Repeat)

 

Let the children sing your praises, let the choir sing along

Let an orchestra of angels harmonise your song

Let the trumpets sound your glory and let every note be heard

Let the people tell your story and our message be your Word

 

Let me be, let me be

Let me be, Dear Lord

An instrument of your will  (Repeat)

 

When my journey leads to darkness comfort me with this refrain

Let me lay my heavy burden down beneath your cross of pain

Let me follow where you lead me in my work and in my play

Help me see the path before me and please guide me on my way

 

Let me be, let me be

Let me be, Dear Lord

An instrument of your will  (Repeat)

And thy will be done

And thy will be done

 

Let the children sing your praises, let the choir sing along

Let an orchestra of angels harmonise your song

And let these words bring comfort, let this music strike a chord

In the hearts of all the weary who have yet to meet you Lord

 

Let me be, let me be

Let me be, Dear Lord

An instrument of your will  (Repeat)

And thy will be done

And thy will be done

 

 

8.  PRIESTS IN THE TEMPLE  (Peter Fearnley)

 

Like a priest in the temple, passing judgement where you sit

Full of smug self-sanctification - you’re a pompous hypocrite

Like a priest in the temple, demanding sacrifice

You take the wealth of a nation but you never pay the price

 

We have come to turn the tables

Cast your riches to the floor

For the kingdom shall be peopled

By the outcasts - outcasts and the poor

 

Like a priest in the temple with your condescending eye

When you’re faced with your liberation all you can say is, “Crucify!”

 

Blessed are the persecuted

Blessed too are those who mourn

They will sing and dance with angels

Where no sorrows shall be borne...

We have come to turn the tables

Cast your riches to the floor

For the kingdom shall be peopled

By the outcasts – outcasts and the poor

 

Like a priest in the temple, sending children off to war

A harvest of devastation is piled up at your door

 

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Blessed are the pure in heart

They will see God in the Kingdom

That no war can tear apart...

We have come to turn the tables

Cast your riches to the floor

For the kingdom shall be peopled

By the outcasts – outcasts and the poor

 

Blessed are the true and righteous

And the merciful and meek

Blessed too are God’s peacemakers

Who show you the other cheek

But we have come to turn the tables

Cast your riches to the floor

For the kingdom shall be peopled

By the outcasts – outcasts and the poor

 

Like a priest in the temple, passing judgement where you sit

Full of smug self-sanctification - you’re a pompous hypocrite

 

9.  GOD IS FOUND  (Peter Fearnley)

 

There’s a beautiful place on the edge of the town

Where the hills meet the sky and the clouds sail by

And the stream cuts the valley and the trees softly sigh

That’s where God is found

 

There’s a desperate place near the centre of town

Where the homeless wait in line for a bite

And a drink of hot soup on a cold rainy night

That’s where God is found

 

It’s easy not to see the good things all around

With all the bad stuff going down

But in the darkest places and the poorest town

God is found, God is found

 

There’s a wonderful place at the top of the hill

Where the choir sing of Jesus and the wonders he performed

And we all come together on a windy Sunday morn

That’s where God is found

 

There’s a place in my heart for all the people I love

There’s a place in my heart for you

If we love each other like he asked us all to do

That’s where God is found

 

It’s easy not to see the good things all around

With all the bad stuff going down

But in the darkest places and the poorest town

God is found, God is found

 

I’ve been finding God where you find desperation

Finding God where you find devastation

Finding God where you find isolation

I’ve been finding God where you find your salvation

God is found, God is found

 

It’s easy not to see the good things all around

With all the bad stuff going down

But in the darkest places and the poorest town

God is found, God is found

 

 

10.  AT THE END OF THE DAY  (Peter Fearnley)

 

At the end of the day when the songbirds return

To nest amongst the branches in the sky

Let us not mourn their passing

As the drawing darkness grows

For they’ll sing their song tomorrow by and by, dear Lord

 

Yes they’ll song their song tomorrow by and by

At the end of the day when all the songbirds return

They will sing their song tomorrow by and by

 

At the end of the day when all is still and all is calm

And the battle has claimed the very best

Let us raise up our glasses to the good times we have shared

Lay him down beneath the ground and let him rest, dear Lord

 

Lay him down beneath the ground and let him rest

At the end of the day when all is still and all is calm

Lay him down beneath the ground and let him rest

 

For he’ll sing his song tomorrow by and by

At the end of the day when the songbirds return

They will sing their song tomorrow, by and by  - dear Lord

 

 

 

All the songs in this collection are performed and produced by Peter Fearnley, except for:  Tracks 1 and 8 performed by The Wantley Dragons (whose album Hearth and Heart on the Record Union label is available now on iTunes, Spotify, Apple Music and Amazon);  Lead vocals on Track 10 are by Charlotte Fearnley (taken from the soundtrack of Peter’s musical Old King Coal - see www.oldkingcoal.org).  

 

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