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I Stand Before You
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I stand before you
By Marilla Homes
I stand before you heart whole
Heart once broken now restored
You come with armour
wounded and in fear
what will it take? what will draw you near?
I stand before you heart whole
Heart once broken now restored
In innocence and honesty
I can see your pain
What will it take for you to trust again?
I stand before you heart whole
Heart once broken now restored
I can see your beauty
despite the armour strong
Hiding deep inside, and I trust it won’t be long,
Til YOU stand before ME
heart whole
heart once broken
now restored.
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Haylee's Lullaby
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Haylee’s Lullaby
On the 27th of February, the year two thousand and seven,
(You were) born at your Nanna’s house on your way to heaven.
I bore you only 25 weeks, I wish it had been much more,
But you were so impatient you arrived in the early morn.
(Haylee) My precious daughter, Haylee
(Haylee) With your feet so small and dear,
(Haylee) You are in my heart forever,
In my dreams I hold you near.
We rushed you off to the Royal Women’s on Grattan Street.
I saw your gorgeous dark brown hair, and your tiny wrinkled feet.
On the outside you were perfect, such a tiny, precious girl,
We were torn when they told us your body was so unwell.
That day and night we cried and cried, but we had to let you go.
You are with the angels now and all the babes in heaven, I know.
My name is Kellie McBrien, your father’s name is Tom,
Your Nanna Lyn, she held you too, before too soon you were gone.
(Haylee) My precious little Haylee
(Haylee) Jesus holds you in his arms
(Haylee) You have new wings in heaven
Where the angels now you charm.
In my dreams I hold you near, my love. I will never let you go.
I think of all I planned to do, as I watched you grow.
The fun we would have had together, the memories we’d share,
These may be with others soon, but you know I will always care.
(Haylee) I love you precious Haylee
(Haylee) So beautiful and small
(Haylee) Your dark brown hair and sea green eyes,
We love you, one and all.
Oh, we love you, one and all.
Yes we love you, one and all.
© Marilla Homes, 30th March, 2007.
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Cricket Duet
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That Lazy Wind
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That Lazy Wind
© Marilla Homes 2012
That lazy wind it blows right through me
That lazy wind howling through my heart
That lazy wind it won't go round me
It's tearing me apart
It leaves me with shivers but not like the ones
You gave me the last time I saw you
It leaves me as numb as I felt as I lay
So still on the ground there before you.
Too long it has been since I lay with a man
With love on his mind not debauchery
And the wind stings my eyes nearly leaving me blind
From the tears it rips from my body.
That lazy wind it leaves me lonely
That lazy wind chills me to the bone
That lazy wind it leaves me trembling
Clearing out my soul.
I stand on the beach looking out at the sea
The waves keep rolling towards me
I think of the times I forgot to eat
As the hunger gnaws at my body.
Thoughtless and free by the edge of the sea
The daylight is fading to green.
And I ponder the clouds and the rainbow it shrouds
As the birds chatter on all around me.
That lazy wind it blows right through me
That lazy wind howling through my heart
That lazy wind blows out the cobwebs
Fresh for a new start.
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Song to the Magpies
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Nature's Majesty
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Nature's Majesty
© Marilla Homes
11.11am, 9th January 2013
On a train from the Blue Mountains to Central (Sydney) during some serious bush fires, and extreme weather.
Such majesty and power in nature
To inspire awe and terror turn about.
The gentle, warming hearth of home
providing light and warmth and food.
The light of a thousand candles
held in silence, stilness and reflection.
Refuse ad waster burned to ash
or fuel turned into power.
Then comes one hot summer's day,
with high temperatures and high winds.
No longer the complacent country,
cars are packed and homes are deserted.
All it takes is some bright spark
from a fool or a lightning strike.
Then comes the raging inferno, or the slow
relentless crawl of flames lasting for day
or weeks on end.
The anger, frustration, adrenaline and grief,
the powerlessness, fatigue and rage
of the helpless against
the brainless beast of destruction.
With no one to blame, the hurt seek to hurt,
the blameless feel guilty as sin.
The recovery starts, the trees regrow,
the scars are covered with layers of hope.
Once again the faceless enemy returns
to being a useful tool.
For warmth on a cold winter's night,
the roasting of marshmellows and the
singing of songs around a campfire
are welcome reflections of the awe
and majesty and joy in nature.
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7. |
Keep
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Keep
by Marilla Homes
Keep the home fires burning
Keep the candles well alight
Keep the home fires burning
And keep your smile shining bright
Keep the joys and not the sorrows
Keep the lover not the pain
Keep the hope of new tomorrows
And keep the lesson not the shame
CHORUS
Share the tears and the laughter
Share the ups and downs as well
Share the joy forever after
The fear of loneliness to quell
CHORUS
Make the most of every moment
Make the best of every day
Make your life a true exponent
Of peace and love along the way
CHORUS
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8. |
Settler's Wife
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Settler’s Wife
By Marilla Homes
Pain and sorrow, trouble and strife
All just part of a settler’s life
Weave and spin in the dust and tin
Spare a thought for the settler’s wife
Hey ho for the settler’s life
Hey ho for the settler’s wife [x2]
Clear the scrub and till the land
See the callous on the settler’s hand
She cooks for four and she eats for two
She doesn’t get much with the settler’s band
Hey ho for the settler’s hands
Hey ho for the settler’s band [x2]
Shearing sheep will break your back
Pass it on to the settler’s jack
Keeping house while the settler’s out
Wond’ring if he will ever come back
Hey ho for the settler’s jack
Hey ho will he ever come back? [x2]
Going to the bank after fire and flood
A bullet through the skull of the settler’s stud
Sifting through the ash and the dust and mud
All but covered in the settler’s blood
Hey ho for the settler’s stud
Hey ho for the settler’s blood [x2]
Pain and sorrow, trouble and strife
All just part of a settler’s life
Weave and spin in the dust and tin
Spare a thought for the settler’s wife
Hey ho for the settler’s life
Hey ho for the settler’s wife [x2]
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9. |
The Last Camel Cop
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The Last Camel Cop
© Marilla Homes
3rd November, 2012
In the desert, a child runs barefoot through the mosque
Yet is sent home from school to put his shoes back on.
Surrounded by date palms and dust, this oasis called Marree
Was home to the policeman and his young family.
His name was Maxwell Frank Homes.
He was my grandfather
And he was the Last of the Camel Cops.
He worked with the blacktracker to keep law in the land,
They travelled by camel all over the sand
For miles and miles in the dust and the heat,
The policeman with the thirty thousand square mile beat.
They avoided the whispers of the bush telegraph
By taking a route that was not on the map,
While Mickey the blacktracker sang the songlines
As he walked over country he said “Never was mine”
They caught the rustlers all unawares
As they sat at their ease in their old rocking chairs
And sent them to Adelaide to rot in the jail,
While Tom Kruse the mailman delivered the mail.
His name was Maxwell Frank Homes
He was my grandfather
And he was the Last of the Camel Cops
He was an amateur wrestler, and they say in his day
The best card magician not performing for pay.
Born the son of the Deputy Commissioner,
He always remained a faithful Christian parishioner.
He filmed the drovers in the dust and the mud
As they swam cattle across the Coopers in flood.
He climbed Uluru without chains or white lines
With only the faithful Mickey as his guide.
He left his wife Nita at home for weeks at a time,
But his four sons grew up strong and fine
To raise kids of their own, with stories to tell me
Of the days when they reached up to pat the camel's belly.
His name was Maxwell Frank Homes.
He was my grandfather
And he was the Last of the Camel Cops
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Blessed Be
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Blessed Be
© Marilla Homes2013
Blessed be the sea
Blessed be the sky
Blessed be the wind
Blessed be the rain
Blessed be the sun
Blessed be the stars
Blessed be the night
Blessed be the dark
Blessed be the day
Blessed be the light
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11. |
Pray For Me Legs
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Pray for me legs
© Marilla Homes 2012
Pager goes off again
Code 1 MVA
Possible person trapped
Struggle into clothes
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Drive into the sunrise
To the fire truck
Slam on the brakes
Park the car
Grab the gear from the boot
Shoes off. Overalls on.
Left boot, right boot.
Grab turnout coat and helmet
Check for gloves and clamber aboard
Sirens wailing, lights flashing
People shouting
Another crash on Somerton Road
A ute. A car.
Fire trucks. Ambulance. Police.
SES. Traffic control.
Disconnect the battery
Hold the IV
Two on the hoses
Old man driver looking up at me.
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can't feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?
Make up still on from the night before
Panda eyes under the yellow helmet
“God, you're beautiful” he says.
“Pray for me legs”
Two off in ambulances
Medi chopper lands in the field
Hold the IV as we put him aboard
Off into the sky as I pray for his legs
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can't feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?
It's many years later
So how are his legs?
Can he feel them again?
Can he walk?
What happens to the people we help?
We never hear after we get back on the truck
All I can do is pray for his legs
Pray for me legs, he says
Pray for me legs
I can't feel me legs,
Would you pray for me legs?
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12. |
Angel Song
04:51
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13. |
Muscat Woman
03:41
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Muscat Woman
Marilla Homes & Ushonah Hutchings
The coals are red, the sky is clear
I’m being fed sweet camembert
Muscat Woman with the flowing hair
Muscat Woman in the peacock chair
Eyes of mischief and a heart of gold
Hands so warm they will melt your soul
Muscat Woman with the flowing hair
Muscat Woman In the peacock chair
What are you gonna say? What are you gonna do?
Where will you be when she calls for you?
Muscat Woman with the flowing hair
Strumming her bouzouki in the peacock chair
Bring your guitar and your fiddle too
That Muscat Woman will have her way with you
Muscat Woman with the flowing hair
Muscat Woman in the peacock chair
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14. |
Celebration
01:11
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