STORIES

LYRICS
(TAKEN VERBATIM FROM THE ORIGINAL LYRIC SHEET)
SIDE ONESIDE TWO
I Thirst For You Charlie The Weatherman
Still, Small Voice Sing In Portuguese
Rachel Delevoryas Weight Of The Sky
Bells Letter To My Family
Starlings Christmas At Denny's
Turning Thirty Hope Of Glory (Acoustic Version)
Coming Back Soon  



I Thirst For You
I was the boy with the high-water pants • Too shy to go to the dance • 'Til I learned that I could sing and play guitar • And I finally felt like someone • Though my questions still remained • But I've come to find my answers • In the echo of Your name •• CHORUS • And Lord I thirst for You • Like a man in the desert needs water to drink • And I cling to • You like a drowning sailor • Trying not to sink • And I want to trust in Your hand of love • More than what I feel or think • I really do • I thirst for You •• Oh, she stole my heart away • We got married on a winter's day • And we learned that love is harder than it seems • But through all of times we've laughed or cried • Or let each other down • Jesus is the heartbeat • Of the true love we have found •• CHORUS •• And when our baby girl arrived • Oh, the air seemed electrified • You could almost feel the rush of angels' wings • And when I kissed her tiny face • I stood trembling and amazed • And I've understood what being happy means • And I've always prayed from that first day • That she will understand • That the gift of life is not complete • Until she takes Your hand •• Produced by Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
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Still Small Voice
I have heard a still, small voice • That's whispering, "I Am, I Am, I Am" • Have you heard a still, small voice • Whispering, "I Can, I Can, I Can" • "If you'd only believe" • "If you'd only believe" • "If you'd only believe that there is love" •• I have heard a still, small voice • That's whispering, "Tonight, Tonight, Tonight" • Oh, oh, oh, oh • And if you hear that still, small voice • That's whispering "It's right, oh it's right, it's right" • "If you'd only believe" • "If you'd only believe" • "If you'd only believe that there is love" •• Oh, you can tell Him all of your sorrows • Come and tell Him your dreams • Tell Him your dreams • He could give you your dreams •• I have heard a still, small voice • That's whispering "I Am, I Am, I Am" • Oh, oh, and if you hear that still, small voice • Whispering, "Oh, He can, yes He can, He can" • "If you'd only believe" • "Ooh, only believe" • "If you'd only believe that there is love" • There is love, oh yeah, there is love • And it's waiting for you •• And I really believe, oh, yes I do • Really believe oh I, I really believe • That there is love • Really believe that there is love • Hey, yeah, really believe there is love • I really believe, oh, oh • Yes I, I really believe that there is love • Really believe there is love •• From the album
Celebrate This Heartbeat (1984) • Produced by Barry Miller Kaye • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Rachel Delevoryas
Rachel Delevoryas • With her thick eye glasses and her plain Jane face • Sat beside me in my 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 •• CHORUS • 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 •• 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 •• From the album
Wonderama (1992) • Produced by Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Bells
When I was a little boy • I'd wake up on a Sunday morning • And hear the ringing of the bells • And I remember how good it made me feel inside • It was like the Lord was saying "Good morning, all is well" • And I'd get dressed in a hurry • And say, "Mama can you take me • To where they're ringing the bells?" •• CHORUS • Hear the ringing of the bells • Hear the ringing of the bells • Ain't it like a Voice that's calling you home • After being gone so long • If you hear that ringing in your heart • Then you'll know where you belong •• I spent my days at school • Chasing all those young man's dreams • Now we can fall under that spell • You'd best be mindful of what you keep or leave behind • I turned to find I didn't know myself so well •• But I woke up one morning • And oh my heart was aching • I heard the ringing of the bells •• CHORUS •• I can hear them ringing • Ringing, ringing, ringing • I can hear them ringing in my soul •• CHORUS •• From the album
Love Beyond Reason (1985) • Produced by Barry Miller Kaye • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Starlings
Riding with my family in a '58 Buick • I can still recall • How we'd drive through the valley • To my grandmother's house • Every summer vacation • When I was small • And I'd gaze out the window • At the farms and the orchards • Watching the telephone poles passing by • And the sound of our motor • Would frighten the starlings • And they'd rise from the fields to fly •• My mother would grumble • Those birds are a curse • They're a thorn in the farmers' side" • But I couldn't help feeling sad and inspired • By their desperate ballet in the sky •• CHORUS • Say a prayer for the starlings • A hot, dry wind beats their ragged wings • Have a thought for the starlings • No one ever listens to the songs they sing • Say a prayer for the starlings • There's no welcome for them anywhere • Leave some crumbs for the starlings • They say that winter will be cold this year •• She was sitting on a curb by the Seven Eleven • She asked if I had some spare change • Her skin wore that leathered and windburned look • And the light in her blue eyes was wild and strange • I sat down beside her and asked her name • She said, "Pick one you like, I need something to eat." • And her life made me think • Of the dead leaves in autumn • Drifting like ghosts down the street •• Is the life that we celebrate only a dream • A lie that we serve like a god made of stone • And our hearts are the hunter • Birds with no nesting place • Weary and aching for home •• CHORUS •• From the album
Return To Paradise (1989) • Produced by Mark Heard with Randy Stonehill • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Turning Thirty
I've gotta house down by the ocean • The rent is not too high • And I love to watch the ships come in • And hear the seagulls cry • And lately I've been taking stock • Of all that I've been through • Oh, tomorrow is my birthday • Feels funny but it's true • I'm turning thirty •• Now I've got a wife who really loves me • And she makes my life so sweet • And a little baby daughter • Who plays games around my feet • And my world is very different • From those lazy bachelor years • But if I had the chance to go back • I'd rather stay right here • I'm turning thirty • I'm turning thirty •• And I have friends who care about me • They're the best I've ever had • And they always stood behind me • Whenever times got bad • And I love to play my music • Though the road can be a trial • But every time I walk on stage • It's worth each dusty mile • I'm turning thirty •• Well, now thirty ain't like fifteen • And it's not like twenty-five • My back's a little stiff • And there's some lines around my eyes • But I've still got my energy • And I got most of my hair • And I'm not too old to rock and roll • And I'm not really scared of turning thirty •• Oh, the eighties look like tough times • The world is turning sour • So I'll keep on serving Jesus • And await the final hour •• And though I've often failed him • In these thirty rocky years • His mercy brought me this far • And His love has dried my tears •• I'm turning thirty • (I'll treasure these years) • I'm turning thirty • That's alright • I'm turning thirty • (I'll treasure these years) • Turning thirty •• From the album
Equator (1983) • Produced by Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Coming Back Soon
Morning steals the night • The sun broke through the rain • A little girl is sleeping • While I pack to meet my plane • Then I kneel down by her bed • And I kiss her sleepy head • She hugs me tight • She knows I'm going away •• CHORUS • She says "Tell me you're coming back soon • Now don't forget me • I want to be with you • If you'll tell me you're coming back soon • Then while you're gone • The days won't seem so long •• I watch my little girl • And start to understand • How God looks down from heaven • And we're children in His eyes • Even though we're far apart • He left behind His heart • Like a promise to return for us someday •• CHORUS •• I know sometimes she feels so lost without me • The world is such a big, confusing place • And it's then I pray she'll do the things I taught her • Remember right from wrong • Remember daddy's face •• I know I'm going home • And hunger for that day • Just like the Lord is waiting • And He longs to hear us say •• CHORUS •• From the album
Can't Buy A Miracle (1988) • Produced by Dave Perkins • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Charlie The Weatherman
It was Charlie who taught me to ride on a bike • It was Charlie who taught me 'bout flyin' a kite • It was Charlie who taught me the beauty of dreams • He'd say "Life's so much more than it seems" •• He looked like a scarecrow so ragged and thin • When he knocked at the farmhouse door • I could tell that my mother was nervous at first • With my father away in the war • He said he was hungry from waking so far, • But a handout never would do • "Now my name is Charlie and for something to eat • I could predict the weather for you" •• He talked of the talent with which he was blessed • "It's an odd sort of gift," he explained • "But the Lord makes the weather and I just observe • And only a fool could complain" • As night time was falling we asked him to stay • And he camped by the sycamore trees • My mother asked "What will you do if it rains?" • Charlie smiled and said, "Just leave the weather to me" •• CHORUS • In the wandering breeze I can hear again • The song that Charlie the weatherman sang • Sweet breath of God blow he clouds away • 'Til I walk in the light of that endless spring day •• Now Charlie stayed with us as days turned to weeks • It seemed that somehow he belonged • And I'd always tease him when he watched the sky • But his forecasts never were wrong • And Charlie would tell me a story each night • From the tattered old bible he read • "Winter or summer, spring time or fall • It's the weather inside us that matters" he said. •• CHORUS • One morning at breakfast he seemed a bit sad • With a far away look in his eyes, "Storms rollin' in" • That was all he said though there wasn't a cloud in the sky • The last time I saw him he waved his old hat • As he stood at the of the hill • He left me his bible and in it he wrote • "Keep your eyes on the sky" and I always will • And it rained and rained like the tears I cried • The day that Charlie the weatherman died • And the wind has carried his heart away • Past the silver-lined clouds to that endless spring day •• Produced by Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill and Terry Taylor - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.)/Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP)
Sing In Portuguese
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 •• CHORUS • La la la la la la la la • La la la la la la • Ate amanba 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 amanba 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 amanba 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 •• From the album
Wonderama (1992) • Produced by Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Weight Of The Sky
Michael was funny • He was charming and wild • In my high school days he was the king of the street • Rode his Harley down Blossom Hill Road • And his life was over in a heartbeat •• CHORUS • Not me, I think I'm gonna stick around • I've just got to find out how this movie ends • And as I stumble through the mystery of this life • I'm gonna keep on trying to find a friend •• Danny was an actor, he was quick and he was good • But his eyes betrayed a sadness that troubled me • One night they found his empty car down on the beach • He'd just taken off his clothes and walked into the sea •• CHORUS •• Lost and drifting on the river of longing • Bowed and bloody from the weight of the sky • Longing to call out for someone's forgiveness • But we're not sure who or why • Maybe we're frightened like children in the darkness • Chasing shadows in the strangest dream • Sometimes living is harder than dying • Sometimes it feels like we're trapped in between • In between •• Mickey was so beautiful and gentle and kind • The last time I saw her I almost cried • She'd married a sailor who liked to use his fists • She could bandage all the cuts • But she was dead inside •• CHORUS •• From the album
Return To Paradise (1989) • Produced by Mark Heard with Randy Stonehill • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Letter To My Family
Father you are older than me • And in many ways you are wise • But all of my life it's hurt to see • The sadness in your eyes • And I know that your life has been hard • And you struggle to do your best • Now I want you to share the love I've found • And give your poor heart a rest •• And He'll draw close to you • If you'd only ask Him to • He will understand your heart's most secret prayer • And He's waiting there •• Dear mother I could never forget • Your laughter and your worried tears • And all of the loving things you did • To help me get through those painful years • And I know when you've given your heart • That life has often been unkind • But turning away you just might miss • The love you've waited years to find •• And He'll draw close to you • If you'd only ask Him to • Let Him wash away the bitterness and fear • You'll see he's here •• Dear Brother I remember the days • When I'd tag along to play • And all of the childish, angry things • We never really meant to say • And I know that those boys have grown up • And will never play those games again • And that's why I hope you'll understand • And listen to me as a friend •• And He'll draw close to you • If you'd only ask Him to • Let Him have the chance • To see what love can do •• It's there for you • It's there for you •• From the album
Between the Glory and the Flame (1981) • Produced by Terry Taylor with Randy Stonehill • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Christmas At Denny's
They got Christmas Muzak piped in through the ceiling • And the refills of coffee are always for free • And the waitress on graveyard and the surly night manager • Are wishing that all of us losers would leave •• There's a star on the sign at the Texaco Station • Like that star long ago on that midnight clear • As I look around at these cold, empty faces • I doubt that you'd find many wise men here •• And I'm dreaming about a silent night, holy night • When things were alright • And I'm dreaming about how my life could have been • If only, if only, if only • But somewhere down the road I gave up that flight • Merry Christmas, it's Christmas at Denny's tonight •• Once I had a home and a wife and a daughter • Had a company job earning middle-class pay • Then Lisa got killed by a car near the schoolyard • And my wife started drinking • Just to get through each day • I will never forget that little red wagon • Turning to rust all alone in the rain • One morning I flagged down a truck on the highway • I just couldn't bear to go back there again •• And I'm dreaming about a silent night, holy night • When things were alright • And I'm dreaming about how my life could have been • If only, if only, if only • Well, it's not just the blind man who loses his sight • Merry Christmas, it's Christmas at Denny's tonight •• They say life's full of cruel circumstance • Fate plays the tune and we dance • Dance 'til we drop in the dust and we're gone • And the world just goes on •• The cop at the corner, he's the guardian angel • He watches these orphans through dark mirrored shades • And the register rings like a bell sadly tolling • For the fools we've become and the price we paid • Oh, when I was a boy, I believed in Christmas • Miracle Season to make a new start • I don't need no miracle • Sweet Baby Jesus just help me find • Some kind of hope in my heart •• And I'm dreaming a silent night, holy night • When things were alright • And I'm dreaming about how my life could have been • If only, if only, if only • But I'm still here at the morning's first light • Merry Christmas, it's Christmas at Denny's tonight • Merry Christmas, it's Christmas at Denny's tonight •• From the album
Return To Paradise (1989) • Produced by Mark Heard with Randy Stonehill • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP)
Hope Of Glory (Acoustic Version)
Oh, how much more could any man desire • Than to know why he draws his every breath • Oh, how much more could any soul require • Then that the Lord is near at his death •• CHORUS • Do not forget love's greatest story • God knows the tears that you have cried • Just set your sights upon the hope of glory • It was for this that Jesus died •• For every mile of rocky road you climb • There is a jewel added to your crown • For every doubt that drags you down sometimes • There is an answer that will be found •• CHORUS ••Carry on, my family of the light • All those who march unto a different drum • And know the truth will guide you through the night • Until we rest in kingdom come •• CHORUS •• Produced By Terry Taylor • Written by Randy Stonehill - © Stonehillian Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) (ASCAP) (Original version recorded on the album
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Return To Paradise