At The Turning Point by Si Kahn & Tom Chapin 2017 Joe Hill Music & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

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2 At The Turning Point by Si Kahn & Tom Chapin 2017 Joe Hill Music & The Last Music Co. We have traveled hard, traveled long Many a night and day Stops, starts, turning points Along the way But now and then we come to rest Among old friends and new It fills my heart with gratitude To share this night with you At the turning point we reunite With family and friends One more December slips away, The long year ends Thereʼs a touch of snow on the river road The old becomes the new Returning to the turning point with you Well, the Hudson Valley's been my home For thirty years and more The welcome that Iʼve found is like An open door Streets and sidewalks comfort me Whether Iʼm up or down I will never be a stranger In this old river town At the turning point we reunite With family and friends One more December slips away, The long year ends Thereʼs a touch of snow on the river road The old becomes the new Returning to the turning point with you May the bridges that we build Never crumble, never burn May our journeys never come To the point of no return May our voices fill this room Lift our hearts with cheer May we return to the turning point This time again next year At the turning point we reunite With family and friends One more December slips away, The long year ends Thereʼs a touch of snow on the river road The old becomes the new Returning to the turning point with you Pass The Music On by Si Kahn & Tom Chapin 1992 Joe Hill Music & The Last Music Co. I did not learn this music At my Grandma's knee, But from some old musicians I never got to see. I know them by their records, Their voices and their songs And I'm blessed to be with you tonight To pass the music on. For the good times and the high times, Through the suffering and pain; It's the song of generations Singing in my veins. I still hear that old-time music Of good friends now long gone. Well, you know I'm not traditional And I've never claimed to be. But I come from a tradition That others made for me. They're still alive inside my heart Although they're now long gone, I like to think they trusted me To pass the music on. For the good times and the high times, Through the suffering and pain; It's the song of generations Singing in my veins. I still hear that old-time music Of good friends now long gone. And most of the songs we've got tonight I must admit we wrote, Others I've learned heart to heart Instead of note by note. And now as I grow older And New Folk come along I'll help you out the best I can To pass the music on. I've sung these songs with some old friends I never will forget. And I've sung 'em with an audience Of folks I've hardly met. So here we are together To celebrate the song, We'll sing and play our part tonight And pass the music on. For the good times and the high times, Through the suffering and pain; It's the song of generations Singing in my veins. I still hear that old-time music Of good friends now long gone. We are here tonight to pass the music on. A Bridge To Somewhere 2009 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. Seems like a bubble has been burst, Like we're marching in reverse, Heading straight from bad to worse, Going nowhere But though a lotta milk's been spilled, A lotta hopes and dreams been killed, Instead of tearing down, Let's build a bridge to somewhere. There is a place in your home town All boarded up and tumbledown, Where all the folks just hang around, Going nowhere. The neighborhood with the rundown heart. Pick up some wood from the lumber mart. Then grab what tools you've got And start a bridge to somewhere. Build a bridge (no matter how) Build a bridge (no matter where) Build a bridge (from any here) Build a bridge (to any there) 2 3

3 I got my troubles, just like yours, Seems every time it rains it pours, And yet we stand on separate shores, Going nowhere. You know we can't be satisfied Until we're working side by side And build across the great divide A bridge to somewhere. Build a bridge (from heart to heart) Build a bridge (from creed to creed) Build a bridge (that joins us all) Build a bridge (it's all we need) Ladies Of The Line by Tom Chapin 1976 The Last Music Co. Think of a sunlit harbor At the end of a burn-out day On a broken wharf an old man sits And watches the ships come in They are ladies of the line And they know once again It's time for change And seasons end and then begin again Rusty from the passage Christened in foreign seas Carrying unknown languages And possibilities Tonight they'll dock near the navy yard And be stripped by the union tree But for now they are ladies of the line All promise and mystery They are ladies of the line And they know once again it's time for change And seasons end and then begin again Though his eyes are dim he remembers when His hands were on the wheel And the girls he knew and the flags he flew When his life was real And when the sun has set And the lights come on And the last of the big ones pass He gathers his line, his coat and shoes Wanderin' home at last They are ladies of the line And they know once again It's time for change And seasons end and then begin again This Pretty Planet II 2000 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. Winds blow. Tides flow. Shooting stars descend. Our lives begin, middle and end on This pretty planet Spinning through space, Youʼre a garden, Youʼre a harbor, Youʼre a holy place, Golden sun going down, Gentle blue giant Spin us around. All through the night, Safe 'til the morning light. Time flies, ages go by. Empires rise and fall. All history led you to me on This pretty planet Spinning through space, Youʼre a garden, Youʼre a harbor, Youʼre a holy place, Golden sun going down, Gentle blue giant Spin us around. All through the night, Safe 'til the morning light. Song Of The Earth by Michael Mark, Tom Chapin & John Forster 1996 HCD Music, The Last Music Co. & Limousine Music Co. Whispered the wind and I overheard. It sings in summer showers And the music of the rain Falling on the growing grain. Whispered the sea and I overheard. It burbles in the brooks and streams And rivers running clear, If you listen you can hear Listen! you can hear it. Listen! you can hear it In the echoes of the endless ocean swell Whispered the trees and I overheard. Itʼs buzzing like the bees Among the flowers in the dell And it sings inside a shell Whispered the stars and I overheard. Itʼs the lonely cry of the coyote Howling at the moon, And the calling of a loon. Listen! you can hear it. Listen! you can hear it In the hoofbeats of the zebra and gazelle. Whispered the sun and I overheard. Itʼs every springtime blade of grass That struggles from the earth, Itʼs a newborn babyʼs birth. Whispered the earth and I overheard. If you listen you can hear it And youʼll learn to sing along To the never-ending song. Treat the earth well, It was not given to you by your parents, Treat the earth well, It was loaned to you by your children. 4 5

4 Our Mothers Built This City by Si Kahn & Tom Chapin Joe Hill Music & The Last Music Co. Every time I read the paper Everywhere I look today. Every time I check the TV, I Hear no chance, no hope, no way. Every time I turn the corner Someone else is on the street, I am hungry. I am homeless. I will work for food to eat. Our mothers built this city. Our fathers built this town. Did they live in a harder time than you do, Than I do? Did they live in a harder time Than we do now? They survived the Great Depression, World War I and World War II. They knew the pain of immigration They did what they had to do. It seemed back then there was a chance for Anyone willing to try. Now it looks like almost no one Cares if poor folks live or die. Our mothers built this city. Our fathers built this town. Did they live in a meaner time than you do, Than I do? Did they live in a meaner time Than we do now? Where are all the schools and clinics? Where are all the jobs and homes? Where are all that people need To really stand up on their own? I see a chip on every shoulder And I hear the corporate lies Tearing down all that we worked for, Selling off our childrenʼs lives. Divide is still the way to conquer, Cut the chips and let them fall. But the hard workʼs still the good work When we build with room for all. Our mothers built this city. Our fathers built this town. We can build upon their work if you do, if I do, Yes, we can build upon their work If we do now! I see a chip on every shoulder And I hear the corporate lies Tearing down all that they worked for, Breaking down our childrens lives. Ellis Island by Michael Mark & Tom Chapin 1992 HCD Music & The Last Music Co. I took the little that I owned And packed a worn valise Left the Old World to the mercies Of the secret police. For seven months I worked my way Until I came at last To the seaport town where I finally turned My back upon the past. November's dark Atlantic seas Turn rough and bitter cold. Fourteen days across the water I was sick down in the hold. Then the word was passed And out we tumbled On deck, I strained to see The great green lady of the harbor Reaching up her hand to me. I heard the anchor splash And there we were, So close, so far away And all that night I watched the lights Reflect in New York Bay. The rich folk got off early But they made the steerage wait For the barge that finally took us To the place called "America's Gate." Ellis Island. I haven't come here Looking for your Promised Land. I don't believe your streets Are paved with gold. But I know there's work. I know there's land. I know you need an able-bodied man. Inside all was madness In that crowded Great Stone Hall. When I reached the desk I was trembling, A uniform was all I saw. "Do you have money? Is your family here? And are they residents? Have you ever been involved In the overthrow of a government?" The questions came, I tried to answer, "Yes. I think so. No." I felt faint. I began to sweat. My tongue felt thick and slow. A doctor checks my skin, my eyes. What else are they gonna do? Then he stamps my papers and I think, "My God! I made it through!" Ellis Island. I haven't come here Looking for your Promised Land. I don't believe your streets Are paved with gold. But I know there's work. I know there's land. I know you need an able-bodied man. Took a ferry to New Jersey And I stood there all alone Amid the throngs of people Heading places yet unknown. Sixteen tracks all pointed west And I will choose the one; I'm 26 years old And now my life has just begun. Ellis Island. I haven't come here Looking for your Promised Land. I don't believe your streets Are paved with gold. But I know there's work. I know there's land. I know you need an able-bodied man. My Town Is A Salad Bowl 1998 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. They call my town a melting pot, Like a stew or a casserole. But we are not a melting pot, I appreciate this family of mine Weʼre Tomatoes from a long and sturdy vine. And though weʼre juicy, flavorful and sweet, Weʼre not the only veggies on the street. Itʼs full of delicious things. And the flavor that each thing brings 6 7

5 Delishafies the whole. My closest buddy calls herself a Cuke, But also says sheʼs got a lot of Zuch. Zuch, Cuke, whatever, itʼs a wash. Sheʼs just my friend, I love her like a Squash. The Spinach familyʼs very, very shy. They donʼt yet speak the language, But they try. Some folks find the Chili Peppers hot, But get to know 'em you could learn a lot. Itʼs full of surprising things. And the flavor that each thing brings Surprizafies the whole. One of the Bostons married an Iceberg, Theyʼre bringing their kids up Romaine. The Sprouts donʼt approve, They threaten to move So we sing them this catchy refrain The Onion refugees live with the Chives Who are helping them start over With their lives. The Shallots and the Leeks are helping, too 'Cause the Scallions helped them out When they were new. Weʼre so imported and so assorted, Thereʼs no way of melting us down. But different scenes for different greens, Our differences strengthen our town. A salad of course gets tossed, But none of the tastes get lost. The thing that makes you unique Unique-afies the whole. Blow Away The Blues by Peter Noah, Peter Noah Railroad train sings you a song, Whispers it in your ear. You dream that instead of rollinʼ back home, Run away with the engineer. And day after day everythingʼs ʻbout the same, Come on home when your workday is through. But now and then, you wonder again, Just what do you come home to Why donʼt the wind come off the lake And blow away the blues? Why canʼt some people ever make A plan that they can use? Why does the sky near Madison Turn that color blue? And why does every other man you meet Fall in love with you? Railroad train hums you the tune, You sing the harmony. There once was a time he felt about you The way you still wish it could be. And isnʼt it strange, oh, and ainʼt it a shame That of all of the men you could choose, The one that you picked to fall in love with Isnʼt in love with you. Why donʼt the wind come off the lake And blow away the blues? Why canʼt some people ever make A plan that they can use? Why does the sky near Madison Turn that color blue? And why does every other man you meet Fall in love with you? When You Let Your Baby Down by Tom Chapin The Last Music Co. Lights go out all over town When she turns and walks away You watch her turn and walk away And you think of things you did not say When she walks away Ainʼt it a sad song A song about days gone by And how things go wrong And you donʼt know the reason why And all the dreams you carry ʻround To keep you safe on the battleground You watch them die without a sound Oh, ainʼt it a sad song A song about you and me And how things go wrong And nothingʼs like itʼs supposed to be And all the dreams I carry ʻround To keep me safe on the battleground I watch them die without a sound As the lights go out all over town And my whole world is upside down Since I let you down. Touch Someone by Jon Cobert 2007 Red Wagon Music Lonely nights and empty days We fill them up in different ways Some put up walls surrounding them Donʼt let anyone inside Time goes by; you crack the shade In the light, youʼre still afraid Test the water, it feels cold and deep Wonʼt any one come inside? Touch them with your eyes Touch them with your smile When the walls of the night Meet the walls of the day Touch somebody with your heart, Hereʼs the key; now you decide Unbolt the door, and step outside So much to see, so much to give So let the world inside Touch them with your eyes 8 9

6 Touch them with your smile When the walls of the night Meet the walls of the day Touch somebody with your heart, Join The Jubilee by Tom Chapin 1996 The Last Music Co. The last dream I remember I was running, running, running Alone across the winter world I know not where or why. And up along the canyon wall There were silhouettes and shadows Like a multitude of some unknown host Watching from on high. And I lay there half awake, asleep, And thought about my life. I thought about my life. If I could I surely would play the slide guitar Take a chance, learn to dance And bless my lucky star. I would sing to you like a mockingbird From the top of the tallest tree And join the jubilee. There was a time when I would Hurl hosannas to the sun. Too often lately Iʼve become The weary, wary one. Who thinks heʼs burned at every turn, Who fears heʼs been misled. Who will not deal with his desires But turns away instead. And I ramble half awake, asleep, And think about my life. I think about my life. If I could I surely would play the slide guitar Take a chance, learn to dance And bless my lucky star. I would sing to you like a mockingbird From the top of the tallest tree And join the jubilee. When the bad news makes me bitter, And the TV turns me numb And I hide inside a jingle And a jangle and a strum. When my foot comes down on shaky ground As I step outside my cell. And I fear the world is turning dark, And I have turned as well. Then the faces of my children Fill my soul with light. And I believe itʼs worth the fight. If I could I surely would play the slide guitar Take a chance, learn to dance And bless my lucky star. I would sing to you like a mockingbird From the top of the tallest tree And join the jubilee. To contact Tom Chapin: Sundance Music 100 Cedar Street, Suite B19 Dobbs Ferry, NY USA info@tomchapin.com (914) Walk The World Now, Children by John Forster, Michael Mark & Tom Chapin 2005 Limousine Music Co., HCD Music & The Last Music Co. Walk the world now, children, treat it lovingly, Drink the water, children. Drink it now with me. Drink the water, children. Drink it now with me. Drink the water, children, treat it lovingly, Breathe the air now, children. Breathe it now with me. Breathe the air now, children. Breathe it now with me. Breathe the air now, children, treat it lovingly, Work the land now, children. Work it now with me. Work the land now, children. Work it now with me. Work the land now, children, treat it lovingly, Walk the world now, children, treat it lovingly, Together Tomorrow 1988 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. I don't like to say goodbye. I don't want today to end. But we will be happy together tomorrow. Together, tomorrow, Together, tomorrow, my friend We will be happy together tomorrow, You may walk a rocky road. Your road may twist and bend. We'll share all our stories When we get together, Together, tomorrow, Together, tomorrow, my friend We'll share all our stories When we get together, Every day must pass away. Never to come again. Tonight when I'm sleeping I'll dream of us being Together, tomorrow, Together, tomorrow, my friend Tonight when I'm sleeping I'll dream of us being 10 11

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