Asphaltierte Haut Kettensägen schneiden in die asphaltierte Haut der Stadt, Funken fliegen durch die Straßen, wo man kaum noch Träume hat. Kinderstimmen kreischen laut, doch niemand hört mehr hin, in der Auslage des Lärms liegt der Rabatt auf jeden Sinn. Staub liegt schwer auf dem Verstand, wie ein grauer Schleier aus Beton, dunkle Sakkos – schmutzig geworden, in einem müden… Read more →
Where We Stand Grandma’s voice in the evening light,Stories soft, but they cut so deep.Hands that worked, hearts that prayed,Promises they didn’t speak.In a world that’s running fast,Changing faces, losing ground,I hear the past call my name,Like a steady, faithful sound. When the road gets dark and wide,And the noise gets way too loud,I look back to move ahead,That’s where… Read more →
One World, One Light (International Human Rights Song) In the silence of a broken worldyou can hear a quiet plea:“Let me live my truth in freedom,let me be who I should be.”No skin tone is a reason,no belief should cost a life.History has warned uswhat becomes of hate and lies. Through every age the tyrants pointedat someone to blame.But we’ve… Read more →
Hand in Hand We Rise (International Human Rights Anthem – 10 December) From every land and every sky,voices rise, we ask one why:Why must people still be huntedfor the shade upon their skin?Why must truth be silencedwhen a heart dares to speak within?No chains of fear, no iron liesshould hold a soul or dim its light.The world has learned through… Read more →
Higher Than We Know We come from stories carved in time,Old songs that shaped the way we rise.Culture is the heartbeat of our days,Tradition keeps our wandering souls in place.Every step we take is borrowed light—Guiding us back to what is right. And I feel the Heaven in the quiet air,The grace that lives in every simple prayer.If we walk… Read more →
Where the Old Roads Hold Me Fast (Irish Folk – Irish Pub Version) The old songs rise at evening,when the fire begins to glow.They tell of who we used to be,of fields we used to sow.And every tale my fathers keptstill beats inside my chest—for a man without his roots, they say,won’t ever find his rest. So raise your glass,… Read more →
Roots of the Good Lord’s Land (Traditional Gospel Choir) Down by the Good Lord’s river, where the old hymns rise,I hear my people singing softly ‘neath the Southern skies.Their voices guide my footsteps,like a steady, gentle hand—Saying: “Child, your strength is rootedin the ways that shaped this land.” I wandered far and wide,chasing things that fade like sand—Till I learned… Read more →
Rooted in the Riverline (Blues & Gospel Choir) Down by the riverline, where the old songs rise, I hear the voices of my people beneath those Southern skies. They whisper through the cotton fields, they speak in broken rhyme— Saying: “Child, without your roots, you drift with every tide.” I walked so far from home, thought freedom meant to roam—… Read more →
Rolling Over Green Hills (Irish Folk – Irish Pub Version) Oh, the bright winds are calling, Through the pines the echoes tremble, And the road by the river Feels alive with old-time splendor. Will you join the band with me? Raise your glass and step in closer, Let the night grow wild and free— We’ll be rolling over green hills,… Read more →
Where the Green Hills Shine (Irish Folk Ballad) When the soft winds are rising, And the dawn breaks on the clover, Through the mist on the green hills Comes the call of roaming summer. Will you come, my love, with me? Oh, we’ll wander on together, Where the green hills shine forever. Hand in hand along the valleys, Through the… Read more →
Echoes of the Higher Road We were raised on stories older than our names, Carried through the years like a healing flame. Culture is a compass when the world falls cold, Tradition is the whisper of the ones before. If we listen close, we’ll hear the gentle call— The path to Heaven starts with loving all. Grateful for the sunlight,… Read more →
The Path Back to Heaven (Johnny Cash Ballade) I’ve walked through valleys where the shadows preach,Heard the wind speak truth that no man can teach.My mother whispered, “Son, the Lord sees all—Every rise you climb, every pride you fall.”So I learned to bow when the world stood tall,For Heaven hears the quietest call. The path back to Heaven runs through… Read more →
Path of the Ancient Light I hear the elders calling, their voices warm and strong. They sing of lost beginnings, of knowing right from wrong. Their wisdom flows like riverwind, soft through the morning air— each story they preserved for us was a prayer that we’d repair. Lead: Path of the Ancient Light! Choir: Hold on tight and walk it… Read more →
Roots of Glory Road (Gospel-Blues & Chor) I hear the old folks singing,songs from a time half gone.Their echoes rise like incenseon a Sunday early morn.They taught us where we came from,they showed us how to stand—for every prayer and storywas a map back to our land. Lead: Roots of Glory Road!Choir: Hold on tight, don’t let it go!Lead: Culture… Read more →
Light Down in the Delta Nigh (Gospel-Blues & Chor) Frost was on the morning river,mist was rising like a hymn.I walked the Delta shorelinewith a candle burning dim.The world felt tired and waiting,like a prayer without a sound—but then I felt a gentle shiningas the first light touched the ground. Lead: Light down in the Delta night!Choir: Shine your mercy,… Read more →
Hallelujah on the River Road (Gospel-Blues & Chor) I walked the River Road at sunrise,saw the light break through the pines.Felt the shadows fall behind me,heard the choir in my mind.Every step was heavy sorrow,every mile a memory—but the morning wind was singinglike it came to set me free. Lead: Hallelujah on the River Road!Choir: Hallelujah, let it flow!Lead: Lift… Read more →
Whisper of the Delta (Blues) Down where the water’s silver, and the moon lays down its light, I sit beside the river in the middle of the night. The cypress trees are breathing, their shadows hold me near— and every sound of silence is a truth I need to hear. Whisper of the Delta, carry me where I belong. Lay… Read more →