Twenty years of United Church ministry left in the dust. Nevertheless, the mystery of starstuff in our bones is nothing to be sneezed at. Written with Pacific ocean salt in my nose.

spent my life with answers stolen from a book
one dreamless year I woke took another way
question the stars, question the moonlight 
only heard my breathing no words to say

wandering in my garden, taking in salt air 
searching in that peace but darkness stole the calm
Was that the voice of God in new Jerusalem
nothing but tv noise and bloody human bombs

“O city from the sky! O fabled True and Lovely!”
These stories you and I tell to our children fall like glass
There is no God on high, there's only what we're hearing: 
This bag of bones and dreams and tears like light and dark will pass

The air is full of bees, they're falling like autumn
deserts of clearcuts and slicks on holy ground
cancer of our bottom lines just ate up the future.
no flying cars here, just hollow metal sounds

“O city from the sky! O fabled True and Lovely!”
These stories you and I tell to our children fall like glass
There is no God on high, there's only what we're knowing:
This bag of bones and dreams and tears like light and dark will pass

[Bridge]
Is my hope a rumour? My faith a barren seed?
My love a mix of spit and moan to fill a fleshtone need? 

These things I am sure of: our bodies rot or burn
in the meantime we live for our wond'ring play
lightfall wind on poplars, lover's fragrant skin, 
pain inside our knees, books we'll read someday

“O city from the sky! O fabled True and Lovely!”
Old stories you and I told to our children fell like glass
If there's no God on high, there's only what we're seeing:
This bag of bones and dreams and tears like light and dark will pass

O city from the sky! O fabled True and Lovely!”
Old stories you and I told to our children fell like glass
If there's no God on high, there's only what we are.....: 
This bag of bones and dreams and tears like light and dark will pass
This bag of bones and dreams and tears like light and dark.....

© 2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)

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An old friend of mine, Liz, tried out my fountain pen on a scrap of paper. She wrote, “A soft snow falls”. That’s it. Between walking the winter-swept lakeshore on my way to a visit and far-away hope, the words and music arrived. Dedicated to my witch, wise woman, and muse. You know who you are.

A soft snow falls the street light shines
fridge clicks on old compressor whines
I see you standing in my room
your beauty shines but you leave too soon

a light snow falls like your hair so fine
on my pillowed bed oh you were so kind 
a soft snow falls all is quiet now
on this Sunday night resting on my brow

Chorus:

Sit with me a while While I tell you stories
Lie with me inside the covers of my single life
Sit with me a while while I love you more
it’s been too long it’s been too long
while soft snow falls

I will keep you warm When winter winds
Threaten you with harm I'll bring you in
You come again when daybreak calls
I'll draw you in when the last snow falls

Chorus:

Sit with me a while While I tell you stories
Lie with me inside the colours of my changing life
Sit with me a while while I love you more 
it’s been too long it’s been too long
while soft snow falls

A soft snow falls footsteps slide
I walk in drifts where the wind is wide
I come to you where we see this through
When the last snow falls I'll be with you 
When the last snow falls I'll be with you

© 2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)

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The title and last track of this album.

It’s not just the coffee in the morning for your sweetie that’s the glue for any relationship,

it’s why you do it in the first place.


So begins another day of opened eyes and windows
traffic wheels and wheels away noise goes where the wind blows
He makes his coffee black as night thinks about her sleeping
their love is small things shining bright sometimes it leaves him weeping

It's not too late at this late stage
for hearts of stone to soften
when the years add to your age
love doesn't happen often
fair enough, then, let it be so.

They only met scant years ago an almost chance encounter
music wine and laughter flowed colours glowed around her
he to her seemed not too far away for old flirtation
she cast it out he took the bait expectant hesitation

Bridge:

“How do you like your coffee?” she asked as the party whirled
“Black as midnight oil and you?” Signal flags unfurled.
“Light tan, lots of cream and honey” A finger through her hair
and from there to here from then to

Now you take another cup bring it to the table
take care not to fill it up leave room so you're able
to froth the heated honeyed cream pour it in the centre
go into your room of dreams set it down beside her

It's not too late at this late stage for hearts of stone to soften
when the years add to your age love doesn't happen often
fair enough, then, let it be so.

….

love is small things shining bright open eyes and wonder...

© 2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)

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