The Year Begins To Be Ripe Lyrics & Chords By Paul Hillier

Soldiers of heaven hold the sky, the morning breaks and shadows fly. Follow the orders of the poor, your master is the laborer who rules the world with truth and grace. Deal...read more

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit...read more

Come away, come sweet love The golden morning breaks. All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks: Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet Rosy Lips to kiss,...read more

Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, And wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart: And you: my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, And stamps my thoughts to coin them...read more

Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? Yes, we’ll gather at the river, The beautiful,...read more