Spirit House ~ Spirit House

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Pamme Swan
2011-11-28
Pamme Swan

Story

A three part song written with some historical background for The Spirit House in Georgetown NY, my father and the state of mankind in mind.

Lyrics

 

Spirit House

 

With no secrete of spiritual direction

With faith and a chisel 

A timber resurrection

A house so intricate and ornate

So grand and lovely as a white wedding cake

In the hay day of the burnt over district

Hard times brought a great awakening

And people wouldn't settle for just any religion

But improved upon their spiritualism

In their own sacred conscious space

Their own true heaven on earth

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

 

I'm driving the Sangerfield Express

Driving past the nine mile 

And its swampy wilderness

I'm thinking he's finally on his way

His voice in my head as fresh as yesterday

The greatest gift we will forever have

The greatest gift the love from a dad

And everywhere we go little brother

And everywhere we go little sister's

And everywhere we go dear mother 

His Love is all around us

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

 

It's been a long long line of crashing dominos

All tese tragedies where ever man goes

Time to slow it all down and play a different game

Time to look within and spare the blame

Get back down to the earthen ground

To fly up high to the endless sky

And don't you stop that wishful thinking 

And don't you stop that ever loving

And don't you stop that soulful singing

And pray to who you must

 

So come all ye to the Spirit House

Seek and ye shall find your higher self

All your gods and angels and loved ones are here

Waiting in the lye lines 

To meet you there

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