WONDERAMA
Written by R. Stonehill and T. Taylor
Mr. Little in his paper boat
Sails the painted sea
Velvet curtains rise on cellophane skies
And the tiny town scenery
And the mayor and the duchess dance
To the music box serenade
While angels glide down the starlight
promenade
The tinsel rain ends a 
seaside holiday
And the patrons sigh knowing life can
be that way

	Welcome to the wonderama
	Come inside
	Welcome to the wonderama
	Keep your eyes open wide
	It's never far from view
	Hello welcome to the wonderama

In the spotlight is a silhouette
Of a dragon breathing fire
And the battle begins as the soldiers of tin
Brave the great high wire
By the morning all the world is saved
Through a noble sacrifice
They were all amazed when the King laid down His life
The sweethearts kiss on the springtime wedding day
And the patrons sigh knowing love can be that way

CHORUS

Now the pauper and the millionaire
The servant and the queen
Each have their role in the miracle show
Til they play the final scene
Mr. Little in his paper boat
Waves a last farewell
And another child climbs upon the carrousel
The church bells ring when the old folks pass away
Though the patrons cry they know tears will end some day

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead and backing vocals, acoustic guitar, lead guitar/ Dave
Raven: Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Burleigh Drummond: Sleigh bells, 
glockenspiel, cymbal swells, chimes, kettle drums, shaker/ Jerry Waller:
Accordion/ Robert Martyn: Cello/ Janet McTaggert: Muse of hope/ Terry
Taylor: Backing vocals/Rick Elias: Second acoustic guitar/ Rob Watson:
Music box, calliope, bells, keyboards  © 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music
(a div. of Word, Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP



I WILL FOLLOW
Written by R. Stonehill and T. Taylor
	Ah ah ah ah ah
	where you lead me I will follow
	Ah ah ah ah ah I will follow you

I can't say what is going to be
What tomorrow may bring to me
But I know with certainty
You will see me through
With a love that's true
So faithfully

CHORUS

In my heart there's a wondrous thing
A gentle song that the angels sing
And You're there in my shining dream
And I need You so
I want You to know
You're my everything

CHORUS

All those days I kept looking back
Left me lonely and lost and so blue
Then I'd stop and remember that
I can't live without you
Without you

I'm a fool to have been so blind
But now I'm leaving the past behind
And I'm sure I won't
change my mind
I'll be yours beyond the end of time

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals,
acoustic guitar/ Dave Raven: Drums/ Rob Watson:
Marimba/ Omar Domkus: Stand-up bass/ Rick Elias:
Second guitar/ Burleigh Drummond: Kettle drums,
clavett, congas/ Michelle Richards: Violin/ Terry Taylor,
Rick Elias, Linda Elias, Riki Michelle: Backing vocals/
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word,
Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP



BARBIE NATION
Written by R. Stonehill, T. Taylor
She was told when she was young
Ah - that blondes always have more fun
Lie lie lie dirty lie du du dumb
Perfect hair perfect waste
With a perfect prom queen smile upon her face
For everyone

But it's all right, it's okay
Now your self-respect is the only
price you'll pay
It's okay, that's all right

	You're the queen of the Barbie nation
	Queen of the Barbie nation
	Queen of the Barbie nation tonight
	Tonight yeah

Romance books, magazines
T.V. shows and the movie screens
They lie lie lie dirty lies empty dreams
It's a shame you bowed down 
To the deity of Helen Gurley Brown
So obscene

It's all right, it's okay
Just don't forget you're always on display
It's okay, that's alright

CHORUS

You're sexy and driven and doomed to succeed
You'll get what you want but it's nothing you need
And echoed in the heartache you conceal
Is something good, something real

She was told that in the end
Every Barbie gets her Ken
Lie lie lie no such guy just pretend
We pull the strings, wind the doll
We create the myth that she can have it all
It's a sin

But it's all right, it's okay
Though your dignity is all that's left to trade
It's okay, that's all right

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals, guitar/ Dave Raven:
Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Rick Elias: Lead guitar/ Rob Watson: Ballroom
piano/ Jerry Chamberlain, Riki Michelle, Rob Watson: Backing vocals
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes
Music/ASCAP



DON'T BE SAD 
Written by R. Stonehill and A. Natalie
I see the light has left your eyes my
friend
And your smile looks so tired to me
Did you lose sight of your simple faith
And start thinking that you can't be free
As long as there's a God in heaven
Well that's not the way it has to be

	Don't be sad
	One more day
	Don't be sad one more day
	Love is here, here to stay
	Don't be said one more day

Now we all cry so many useless tears
Over heartache we can't forget
And it's a crime to waste our precious time
Shackled by those old regrets
Yesterday is gone forever
And tomorrow hasn't happened yet

CHORUS

Do you recall when we were barefoot boys
And the oak tree was so grand and high
We climbed up to the very top
'Cuz we wanted to touch the sky
I still believe we're meant to do that
You've just got to have the faith to try, try

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals, guitar/ Dave Raven
Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Rick Elias: Electric, acoustic and Nashville
tenor guitar/ Burleigh Drummond: Dream cymbals/ Rob Watson: Keyboards
Jerry Chamberlain, Sharon McCall, Riki Michelle: Backing vocals
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/Buon Natalie
Music/ASCAP



RACHEL DELEVORYAS
Written by R. Stonehill
Rachel Delevoryas
With her thick eye glasses and her plain Jane face
Sat beside me in her fifth grade class
Looking so terribly out of place
Rachel played the violin
And classical music was out of style
She couldn't control all her wild brown hair
Her nervous laughter and her awkward smile and

	It was clear that she'd never be
	one of us
	With her dowdy clothes
	And her violin
	And a name like Rachel Delevoryas

But I'd pass by her house in the evening
Going to play with my best friend Ray
And the music floating from her window
Spoke the things that Rachel could never say

Rachel Delevoryas
Was eating her lunch as the boys walked by
"Rachel is ugly" she heard them shout
She sat on the schoolyard bench and cried and

CHORUS

And every year the hedge got higher
As it grew around Rachel's house
Like the secret wall inside her
That she built to keep all the heartache out

Rachel Delevoryas
Moved back east with her family
Now she's dressed in a beautiful gown
Standing on stage with the symphony
Rachel plays the violin
But every night when the lights go down
I wonder if she still remembers those days
And cruel little boys in this one horse town and

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar/ Beth Folsom: Violin/ Robert
Martin: Cello/ Terry Glenn: Violin/ Dianne Ready: Viola
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/ASCAP



INTERMISSION AT THE WONDERAMA

Beth Folsom: Violin/ Robert Martin: Cello/
Terry Glenn: Violin/ Dianne Ready: Viola



GREAT BIG STUPID WORLD
Written by R. Stonehill and T. Taylor
Well we worship at the shroud of Elvis
And we're waiting for that money from Ed McMahon
And we're drinking from the Perrier fountain of youth
While we follow what the daily horoscopes saying
Taking lethal doses of MTV
Delving into pet psychiatry
Trying to treat cancer with a fruit juice cure
And waiting for the Beatles reunion tour

	'Cuz it's a great big stupid world
	And we're feeling kinda queasy
	as it turns around
	Great big stupid world
	And we're never really sure if we're up or down
	We're on a dirt clod out in space
	Where it stops nobody knows
	If Jesus came back today
	They'd try to book him on the Oprah Winfrey show
	'Cuz it's a great big stupid world
	Great big stupid world

Well we're hot on the trail of Big Foot
And we're wearing the crystals to feel the power
We're hoping that the creatures from outer space
Come to set us free in that final hour
Trying to tell the future from the lumps on our heads
Getting melanoma from our tanning beds
Channeling Houdini with Shirley MacLaine
And trying to figure out what the dolphins are saying

CHORUS

Well it's a Great-Big-Stupid world
Dumb dumb da dumb dumb baby it's a stupid world
It's a great big stupid, great big stupid
Great big stupid world

Well we're studying the National Enquirer
Is it true Sonny Bono is the Anti-Christ
We debate if T.V. wrestling is really a sport
While we're testing rock 'n' roll and it's effect on mice
Bonding with our little computer screens
Getting anorexic on our Lean Cuisines
Turning plastic surgeons into millionaires
So everybody finally gets to look like Cher

It's a great big stupid world
And we're feeling kind of queezy as it turns around
Great big stupid world
And we're never really sure if we're up or down
It's a great... big... stupid world
Dumb dumb da dumb dumb baby it's a stupid world
etc., etc., etc.

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals, / acoustic guitar, salute to
Sammy/ Dave Raven: Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Rick Elias: Second
acoustic guitar/ Greg Flesch: Lead guitar, E-bo/ Burleigh Drummond:
Percussion, Burleigh's madhouse/ Rob Watson: Organ, piano/ Jerry
Chamberlain, Sharon McCall: Backing vocals/ © 1992 Stonehillian
Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP



SING IN PORTUGUESE
Written by R. Stonehill
The kindest person I ever knew
was my grandmother Mary
She came from the Azores Islands
Off of the Portugal coast
And she and her husband worked on a little farm
In the valley so green
Called the San Joaquin
He was handsome and tall
and he played the guitar with ease
And she'd fallen in love when he sang in Portuguese

	La la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la
	Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
	He sang in Portuguese

My grandfather passed away
before he had time to grow old
The life of an immigrant farmer had taken a terrible toll
And Mary once told me she often would wake in the night
And she'd still hear him call
Through the dark down the hall
And she'd kneel by her bed and take out her rosary beads
And the tears would fall as she'd pray in Portuguese

	La la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la
	Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
	She'd pray in Portuguese

Oh Mary the church bells are ringing for Christmas
Mary do you hear an angel's sweet voice
Oh Mary I know you must leave when he calls
But I wish that somehow you could stay
'Cuz I loved you most of all

She lies so still now in her snowy white hospital bed
With the life that she loved so much
Still going on in her head
She's there in her kitchen and laughter is filling the room
Or her garden in spring with her roses in bloom
Now she smiles like she knows me
though I'm never sure who she sees
But her eyes still light up when I sing in Portuguese

	La la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la
	Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
	I sing in Portuguese
	La la la la la la la la
	La la la la la la la la
	Her eyes light up when I sing in Portuguese

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar/ Dave Raven: Drums/ Tim
Chandler: Bass/ Burleigh Drummond: Percussion/ Rick Elias: Acoustic lead
guitar/ Doug Webb: Clay pipes, ocarina, bass recorder/ Rob Watson: 
Marimba, bells/ Featuring the voices of the Los Campesinos Mariachi Band:
Steve Luevano, Steve Luevano Jr, Hilario Gonzalez, Antonio Gonzalez/
Jerry Waller: Accordion  © 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of
Word, Inc.)/ASCAP



MICE AND MEN
Written by R. Stonehill
Everyone's waiting for their ship to
come in
And they wring their hands and they drum their fingers
On the walls that they built to be safe from the wind
But they can't see out and no one can see in
And the world goes marching to a million drums
Without a leader for the band

	And all the clever plans of mice and of men
	Blow away like a child's balloon
	"Life's but a song," the poet once said
	But we never sing it
	If we never even learn the tune

Everyone's scuffling to be King of the Hill
And they shoot their guns and they blow their trumpets
But the grand coronation is a short lived thrill
'Cuz the king's got no clothes so he dies of a chill
And the world goes marching to a million drums
Without a leader for the band

	And all the clever plans of mice and of men
	Tangle up like a ball of string
	Try as we might to simply pretend
	they were so important
	They never really changed a thing

Everyone's clawing for their piece of the pie
And they stab at the crust with their forks and fingers
And their tongues roll back from the bitter surprise
And they're spitting out feathers while the blackbirds fly
And the world goes marching to a million drums
Without a leader for the band

	And all the clever plans of mice and of men
	Blow away like a child's balloon
	"Life's but a song," the poet once said
	But we never sing it
	And all the clever plans of mice and of men
	Tangle up like a ball of string
	Try as we might to simply pretend
	they were so important
	they were so important, yeah
	they were so important
	They never really changed a thing

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals, acoustic guitar/ Dave
Raven: Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Jerry Chamberlain: Lead guitar/
Burleigh Drummond: Tambourine, second snare, cowbell/Rick Elias, 
Jerry Chamberlain: Backing vocals
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/ASCAP



THE LOST PARADE
Written by R. Stonehill
Featuring The Salvation Army Horns, Los Angeles Chapter:
The sun is sinking down
On the lost parade
And all along the dirty street
Tattered banners wave
A hollow victory song
Is ringing in our ears
Drowning out the voices that we fear

	And the big rock spins in space
	In it's lonely circle dance
	Like a ghostly ballerina
	Trapped within her trance
	And we praise the feast of fools
	And we shun the Bread of Life
	And the stars shine like the tears of God
	For the weary world tonight

Clothed in flesh and bone
Masters of disguise
With rage beneath the painted smiles
Fear behind our eyes
And time's rushing wings
Shadow all the days
Descending like relentless birds of prey

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal, acoustic guitars/ Rick Elias: Lead electric
guitar/ Dave Raven: Drums/Tim Chandler: Bass/ Janet McTaggart: Muse of
hope/ Burleigh Drummond: Bodrane, percussion
© 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/ASCAP



LANTERN IN THE SNOW 
Written by R. Stonehill and T. Taylor
Distant voices draw you on
To the glow of the evensong
Call you back where you belong
A prayer for you, a gift for you
Leave your burdens and your cares
By the fire there's an empty chair
And old friends are waiting there
Just for you, a gift for you

	Tonight, dark night
	Without a star to guide you
	Sweet child, lost child come home
	We will watch, we will pray
	Love will light your way
	Gently like a lantern in the snow

A dreamer's song whispered in your ear
And you searched through the restless years
For the prize that was always here
Just for you, a gift for you
Through the wintery veil you cried
Let your memory be your guide
To the peace and the warmth inside
Just for you, a gift for you

CHORUS

(Interlude - The Prodigal's Journey)

CHORUS

Randy Stonehill: Lead vocal and backing vocals, acoustic guitar/ Dave
Raven: Drums/ Tim Chandler: Bass/ Rick Elias: Second acoustic/ Doug
Webb: Clay pipes, tenor ocarina/ Burleigh Drummond: Snow bells, shaker,
kettle drums, cymbal swells, glockenspiel/ Rob Watson: Celeste, keyboards/
Nolan McSparren, Preston Geeting, Abraham Handler: Boys choir/ Riki
Michelle, Terry Taylor: Backing vocals/ © 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word
Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP



WONDERAMA POSTLUDE 
Written by R. Stonehill, T. Taylor

The Wonderama band featuring: Jerry Waller on accordion and Rob Watson
on calliope  © 1992 Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word,
Inc.)/Twitchin' Vibes Music/ASCAP