Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair

Written by Stephen Collins Foster in 1854


I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile, radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile. I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would sing…larks and bluebirds join in a joyous gathering. I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair…floating like a vapor on the soft summer air.

The sighing of the night wind was calling to the rain, wailing for that lost one. She never comes back again. I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low-nevermore to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie but her light form stayed-far from the fond hearts ‘round her native glade. Her smiles have vanished…her sweet songs flown-fleeting like the dreams that have cheered us, and gone. Now the nodding wildflowers might wither on the shore while her gentle fingers will gather them no more. I sight for Jeanie with the light brown hair, floating like a vapor on the soft summer air…floating like a vapor on the soft summer air

Used To Be Your Land


Used to be Your Land

THIS USED TO BE MY LAND
THIS USED TO BE OUR LAND
NOW SEE WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING
CARVING DOWN THE MOUNTAINS
TEARING UP TREES
POISON THE WATERS
AND FEED US DISEASE
SMOKE AND POLLUTION
CLOUDS THE AIR THAT WE BREATHE
IF WE DON’T FIND A SOLUTION
NOTHING GOOD WILL WE LEAVE

BEAUTIFUL WORLD

DON’T WANNA SAY GOODBYE
PEOPLE OF THE EARTH
CAN’T YOU HEAR YOUR MOTHER CRYING
IT USED TO BE YOUR LAND
IT USED TO BE MY LAND
IT USED TO BE OUR LAND
I HEAR SINISTER LAUGHTER
THEY SAY THEY’RE IMPROVING
TELLING US WHAT WE NEED
BUT IT’S LIFE WERE ARE LOSING
GIVING IN TO THEIR GREED
THEN THEY SAY WE’RE WRONG
IF WE DON’T GO ALONG
LET THEM KEEP TAKING
OUR CREATOR’S CREATION
(BEAUTIFUL WORLD) ETC.
SOMETIMES JUST GO CRAZY AT THE LIES
TIME FOR US TO SEE
THROUGH THE KILLER’S DISGUISE
WHAT USED TO BE YOUR LAND
WHAT USED TO BE MY LAND
NOW IT’S THE GRAND PLAN
OF CORPORATIONS
AND THE MONEY THAT IT’S WORTH
IT’S HOW THEY SEE THE EARTH
NOT OUR BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
WHO GAVE ALL OF US BIRTH
LET’S WAKE UP OUR HEARTS AND MINDS
TAKE BACK THE NATION
WERE RUNNING OUT OF TIME
FOR THE NEXT GENERATION
(BEAUTIFUL WORLD) ETC.
SOMETIMES JUST GO CRAZY AT THE LIES
TIME FOR US TO SEE
THROUGH THE KILLER’S DISGUISE
HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES
LOOKIN BACK AT US
THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES
(THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES)
FADE: USED TO BE YOUR LAND
USED TO BE MINE
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
HEAR YOUR MOTHER CRYIN'

Written by Steven Bernard and Stephen Dreyfuss 2007
Produced by Tony Saunders and Magic Castle Studios