w&m Anne Hills © 2000 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) From Herdman-Hills-Mangsen’s album At the Turning of the Year When the hunter and the bull are chasing down the setting sun Dissolving in an icy blue beyond the gray horizon We … Continue reading
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w&m Anne Hills © 1996 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) From Herdman-Hills-Mangsen’s album Voices of Winter Listen to voices of winter bright as the snow clear as the wind warm as the fire within The longest of nights The darkest of days … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © 1998 Raven Heart Music/ASCAP From Anne’s album Bittersweet Street My sister stands beside me, her hair is tied in rags My father stands behind her with his hand upon her head Behind them there’s a lean-to … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills 1998 © © Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) From Anne’s albums Bittersweet Street and Fragile Gifts There are some boats, once set out to sea Never to return, sailing endlessly Still, sweethearts watch and wait,foreheads graced with … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © 1990 Raven Heart Music ASCAP From Herdman-Hills-Mangsen’s album Voices. With no one to hold back the night hearts of children are scattered in flight a flock of tens of thousands tossed in battles whirlwinds their faces, … Continue reading
Nighttime Falls © Anne Hills Nighttime falls on everyone crows race toward the setting sun couriers of evening, black against the fading blue the sky grows dark, the stars grow brighter the west turns gold, the moon glows whiter we hurry … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills ©1998 Raven Heart Music/ASCAP From Anne’s album Bittersweet Street On the first day of autumn she will get out her sweaters Make a sprucewood fire and read Van Gogh’s letters She will stand on a hill And … Continue reading
w & m Anne Hills & Michael Smith © 1998 Raven Heart Music/Bird Avenue Publishing (ASCAP) From Anne’s album Bittersweet Street When I first met you, you were ridin’ high Woman on each arm you had a rovin’ eye You … Continue reading
From the moment I was born you were preparing me for this. Standing me up letting go of my arms as I bobbed on waves of air walking into the world Encouraging me as I bobbed back to you … Continue reading
This year, this year, this year is finally done My mother’s ashes washed beneath the waves And priceless friends have seen their setting sun My tears, with other’s, salt upon the graves Today the … Continue reading