Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2013

There Is a Place~



There is a place I wander
Whenever I am filled
With emotions I do not
Understand or will.

It is a place where water
Sings a soothing psalm,
And sunlight flickers off
The surface, still and calm.

Summer breezes shoo away
Grievances and doubt,
And surety comes home to me
As songbirds flit about.

Ripples on the surface
Represent my heart
Beating with a solemn strength
As home again I start. 

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

Friday, March 1, 2013

Snow White~


Alright, this is a song I wrote when I had just begun to learn the guitar from the amazing Laurel Pettersen;) 
I've finally decided to share it on here, so here we go...


Once there was life
And light and laughter...
But now death and darkness reign.
Where is the dawn?
We're wreathed in shadow...
It rains.
Jesus, take these burdens, this sorrow, this pain...
And wash it all away.

Whiter than snow,
Purer than light,
Cleanse all my troubles 
With your true might.
Just as a dove, Lord, pure snow white.

Roll back the clouds 
With holy thunder
And chase death and doubt away...
Gone now, I pray, 
Give me a clear new day.
Jesus, take this storm, the rain, the gray...
And wash it all away.

Whiter than snow,
Purer than light,
Cleanse all my troubles 
With your true might.
Just as a dove, Lord, pure snow white.


Whiter than Snow,
Purer than light,
Touched by your wonder...
Glories bright!

Whiter than snow,
Purer than light,
Cleanse all my troubles 
With your true might.
Just as a dove, Lord, pure snow white.


Freed from the night...
Pure snow white.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVYNwKmTXA4

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2011

Friday, February 22, 2013

Smoke and Ashes~

Here follows a song for a book that is really on my heart to write. I'm not going to reveal details, hehehe, but I hope you enjoy the song, something a character sings before a great final battle. 
The cover photography was taken by my sister, Emma, across the road from where we live, and I edited it with a program called Corel. 

Smoke and ashes,
Broken glasses,
Scatter the floor.

Feral gashes,
Lightning flashes,
Rain starts to pour.

Waiting, wondering,
Outside: thundering…
What are we fighting for?

Wandering, blundering,
As a shunned thing…
Take away the war!

But dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

If I have one prayer,
I will swear
That none shall crush my heart.

For far too long
Has this great wrong
Beaten back the light.

Sing a hope song,
Both pure and strong,
To turn back the night.

Cling to your faith,
Flee the dark wraiths,
Hold your children tight…

Wipe your stained face,
Take up your mace,
Now we stand and fight!

But dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

If I have one prayer,
I will swear
That none shall crush my heart.

Thousands shall fall,
Hundreds give all,
To defend what’s good.

‘Tis a grave call:
Form a steel wall,
Join in brotherhood.

Fight for freedom,
For your kingdom,
Remember how it stood.

In the sunlight,
Pure, gold sunlight,
As again it should…

And dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

Hear my one prayer,
My last prayer,
That none shall crush my heart.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013






Monday, December 17, 2012

Waiting on My Cowboy~


Another product of my song-writing spree- a good ol' country song!

They both ride into the sunset,
They each ride a horse.
And when one's left his damsel behind, 
She weeps with remorse.

She'll wait for him fretfully,
Her tear-stained face to the west.
Awaiting his safe return
From some brave, noble quest.

But I don't want what she has:
Worry, waiting for her knight.
Hoping he won't be slain,
Or be wounded in a fight.

I'm confident in my man's return;
I wait patiently, with joy.
For none can take him down,
Not my stolid cowboy...

No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.

A knight can fast become
Haughty, aloof, and proud.
But raised with southern values,
My man's humble and sound.

He won't pick a fight to prove
His might or his honor.
But he ain't afraid to throw a fist
When violence is called for.

No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.


A knight slays dragons
For glory and honor.
My man plows a field
So he can raise his daughter.

He's faithful, tall, and handsome,
Strong and ever-true.
Your knight can throw a lance,
But my cowboy can shoot.

So when it comes down to it,
Foes ride on up the road.
Your knight gives up his sword,
While my man just reloads...

No lance, no clanging chain-mail,
Just a hat pulled over his eyes,
No "thees" and "thous", just a "yes ma'am",
And a sixshooter at his side.
Some fancy prince won't due,
No knight in shining armor-
Just a rope in hand and cowboy boots,
I'd rather have a farmer.
Isn't bound by some code,
Just does what's right, is sweet and coy.
Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.

Oh, yes...
I'm a waiting on my cowboy.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012



...and here is my rough draft of a recording for this song. *Ducks and hides, embarrassed* 
I want to change some of the lyrics, work on the tempo, the tune, and just mess around with it over-all. Please feel free to give me tips, plus if you know anything about audio-editing software, that could help as well. (I currently use Audacity) 





Sunday, April 17, 2011

Song of the River~



This is a song I wrote for a book I am writing, Lithians...


We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

Through the swift currents,
The rapid torrents,
We follow.
Along the pebbly shore,
Though we be deaf from the roar,
We follow.

We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

To find the place we seek,
Hidden in the shadows of the past,
Though death we may meet,
We know that at the last…

We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

If I be lost in the dark,
And the waters do not part,
The river is a gentle, guiding lady,
Her garments graced with foamy lace.
She leads me on, lost and cast away,
To my sought’n place.

I will follow the river,
I will follow her guiding flow.
I will follow the river,
Till I reach the place I know…


© Hannah Scarlett 2010