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 →
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 →
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 →
River Rise Revival Morning broke in crimson,lightning on the bayou’s skin.I heard the river rumble,felt redemption rollin’ in.The mud was cold beneath me,but my soul began to rise—sometimes you gotta kneel downjust to stand up to the skies. River rise revival,lift me with your holy sound.Shake the dust of sorrow’til my feet don’t touch the ground.Oh brother, sing it louder,let… Read more →
Root Prayer Down by the cypress root, where the river turns to night, I laid my worries softly in the fading amber light. The bullfrogs sang their chorus, the wind hummed through the reeds— and every step I’d taken felt like footprints in my deeds. Oh, cypress root prayer, carry my troubles slow. Let the river wash the sorrow from… Read more →
Sandbar Soul I walked the old shoreline,bare feet in the clay.The river kept on rolling,like it never heard me pray.My shadow on the sandbarlooked tired, worn, and thin—guess a man learns slowwhere his troubles all begin. Oh, sandbar soul,you keep pulling me back home.Where the reeds whisper mercyand the water carves the stone.Oh brother, don’t you worry,every tide has somethin’… Read more →
River Mud Blues Woke up by the river, mud still on my hands. Ain’t got much to carry, just the weight of where I am. The morning sun was rising, slow across the fields— you learn a lot ’bout living when you’ve lost what life reveals. Down by the water, hear that old river cry. Low voices in the timber,… Read more →