KarenSings

Where is my mother? Where is the hand to wipe my tears? To calm my fears? Where is my father? Where is the voice to help me stay strong As I go along? If I could Think of the faces That smiled on me to lift me up. Cheer me on. Then I could keep on trying till the dawn. But I'll need All the kindness I can find for myself Forgive myself... It's time to  Say all the things that I wish Someone had said In a gentle parent spirit. I am my own mother I sing myself to sleep at night So everything's all right. I am my own father.  I keep a strong roof over my head. So I'm safe in bed.  I am a child  Growing changing learning how to be Perfectly me. And looking to the best that I can be. And you'll need All the kindness you can find for yourself Forgive yourself, yourself It's time to  Say all the things that you wish  Someone had said  In a gentle parent spirit Into your mind Comes every critical line you've ever heard every biting word Recorded and remembered...

 Various nonsense syllables.  😄

 An ancient tree grows in the wood Her branches crowning the canopy. Her roots dig deep beneath the soil For the water there and her strength. She is the center of the wood. And squirrels and crows chatter in her boughs. Among her roots the fungi grow. With the ants and voles underground. My daughters come not to my side Neither for wisdom nor for company How can I call? They do not hear. They may not come till I am fallen, fallen. The sun shines brightly on her leaves And powers her green chemistry. She knows the rhythm of the breeze And sings the song of the rain. She loses branches to the wind And beetles burrow 'neath her bark. She nurtures seeds against her fall. And scatters them on the ground. Oh Grandmother have I come too late? Your bole is cracked and you are fallen fallen. Whisper to me in this late hour What wisdom have you gathered in your long, long days.

 For the longest night, the stars are all alight And the cold winds cease their blowing. The earth beneath, seems to take a breath, And the clouds return a-snowing. Although we know there's winter yet to go Before spring buds appear. We watch the light grow, from this dark night And gather here for the turning of the year. We scatter seeds for birds beneath the trees And hang a wreath on our door. By the yule log fire we strike up a choir As folks have done before. Although we know there's winter yet to go Before spring buds appear. We watch the light grow, from this dark night And gather here for the turning of the year.

Coconut moon Lights up the skies of June. I'll be singing a tune Beneath the coconut moon. While the zephyr breezes play And the palms begin to sway Along the tropical lagoon. Tangerine sun Smiles on everyone. Sailboat of fun Beneath the tangerine sun. Oh the sand between my toes  And the wave that comes and goes Will keep the blues on the run. Blow the conch horn  When the sun goes down. A clam castanet band Captures the sound. Leave the fish tacos and the shave ice stand... And watch the mooon...... Coconut moon Lights up the skies of June. I'll be playing a tune Beneath the coconut moon. While the zephyr breezes play And the palms begin to sway Along the tropical lagoon. Beneath the coconut moon.

1.  Coconut Moon (feat. Jon Bakke) 2.  Gentle Parent Spirit (feat. Nick Fox) 3.  Grandmother Tree 4.  Air Dance 5.  Turning of the Year  (feat. Rynosh, Kai Canyon Ellis, Adrian Roberts, Darryl Evans, Lanson Mayne, Jonathan Rayner, Tyler Chaney, Donna Flotre, Markus Vogl) Mastered by Marc Behrens