TAPESTRY OF LIFE Writer: Vicki Morrison Goble A butterfly has wings of dark and light. The hues blend into vivid colors bright. Your faith can weave all the pain that you feel Into a tapestry of life as you heal. Da da dut da da dut da da dut da da dut da da da da da da da da dut Da da dut da da dut da da dut da da dut da da da da da da dut A butterfly has wings of dark and light. The hues blend into vivid colors bright. Your faith can weave all the pain that you feel Into a tapestry of life as you heal. When tribulations leave your soul in pain, Love’s transformation swells to make you whole again Oh dark and light, deep and wide, you will find the strength inside Butterfly, soar, butterfly, soar, butterfly, soar high, grow stronger. A butterfly has wings of dark and light. The hues blend into vivid colors bright. Your faith can weave all the pain that you feel Into a tapestry of life as you heal. Life is calling and evolving, put your fears away. Life is flowing, always growing stronger ev’ry day. A butterfly has wings of dark and light. The hues blend into vivid colors bright. Your faith can weave all the pain that you feel Into a tapestry of life as you heal. Into a tapestry of life as you heal. Into a tapestry of life as you heal. Copyright 2012 Vicki Morrison Goble All Rights Reserved

Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Tell him to make me a pretty white shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without a seam or fine needlework Then he'll be a true love of mine Love imposes impossible tasks Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Straight from my heart this favor I ask That he can prove he's a true love of mine Oh, are you going to Scarborough Fair going out to the fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine This version copyright 2012 Vicki Morrison Goble All rights reserved

The water is wide, we can't cross over And neither have we wings to fly Let's build a boat that will carry two Then we can row to the other side I'll take an oar; you take one too And through the ocean waves we'll go Oh, side by side we'll pull and glide In harmony we both will row The water is wide, we can't cross over And neither have we wings to fly Let's build a boat that will carry two Then we can row to the other side Someday we'll reach a distant shore We'll cross the sea, so wide and blue And on the way our dreams will grow Our fondest wishes all come true And on the way our dreams will grow Our fondest wishes all come true This version copyright 2012 Vicki Morrison Goble All rights reserved

Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Lord, I'm leavin' on a midnight train Cause all my sins been taken away Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Lord, I'm leavin' on a midnight train Cause all my sins been taken away Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Hand me down my walkin' cane Lord, I'm leavin' on a midnight train Cause all my sins been taken away All my sins been taken away All my sins been taken away

Cinderella Jackson from a town in Minnesota Had four different fella friends who used to come to court her One was a barber man, another was a baker The third a railroad porter and the fourth an undertaker The barber, he was sharp and keen; the baker had the dough The porter was a sport; the undertaker was dead slow. Each man of the four thought he was better than the rest She had to choose the one she loved the best. Which of them would Cinderella wed? “I’ll tell you this,” our Cinderella said. “I don’t mind talkin’ and I don’t mind walkin’ with the baker man, that’s true I like to croon and I like to spoon with the railroad porter too I squeeze the barber when he comes around and I call him precious lamb But there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man.” After Cinderella made her candid declaration The undertaker soon awoke from his imagination There sat the barber man, the baker and the porter All laughing ‘cuz the undertaker couldn’t come to court her. The undertaker felt real hurt and said, “Well listen, men You all may laugh and mock me, but I’ll get her in the end!” She said, “You haven’t got a chance and you will surely find That you can never, ever change my mind. Marry you? Not ever in my life Will I consent to be your wedded wife.” “I don’t mind talkin’ and I don’t mind walkin’ with the baker man, that’s true I like to croon and I like to spoon with the railroad porter too I squeeze the barber when he comes around and I call him precious lamb But there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man. No, there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man.”