Listen to this country song about how hard it is achieve peace: Peace is a harvest from a stony field. And yet how important it is to achieve that peace at any cost.

Peace Lyrics

The dust settles full on the valley floorA silent promise branded on a heavy doorWe gather the seeds of a quiet dreamWalking the banks of a frozen streamBut the ground is stubborn and the winter is longIt takes more than a melody to make a song

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

I’ve seen sore hands folded tight in the darkSearching for fire without any sparkThe shadows are long and the road is wideWith nowhere left for a coward to hideHope is a window but the glass is stainedNothing is won where nothing is gained

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

The altar is empty and the pews are bareThere is no magic in the cold hard airIf you want the calm after the galeYou have to drive the hammer and strike the nail

You can’t just wait for the sky to clearWhile the thunder is drawing nearIt’s a mountain to climb not a gift to receiveHarder than any ghost you believePeace is a harvest from a stony fieldA labor of iron that refuses to yield

It isn’t handed down from a golden throneIt’s built from the heart beat and built from the boneSo stand in the wind and face the rainTrue stillness is born from the center of painForging the silver from the common leadBy the sweat of the living and the debt of the dead

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Listen to this country ballad about idiots, tragedy, and sometimes comedy.

Nattering Nabobs Lyrics

The prophets of the bitter tongue are gathering in the hallPolishing their grievances against the rising wallThey measure out the heavy hours with calculations coldTurning every silver spark into leaden moldI see them on the corners with their pedigrees of doubtTrying to extinguish what the spirit is aboutThey talk of ruined harvests before the seed is sownBuilding monuments of ash upon a shifting throne

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

There is no room for the dreamer or the man who bears the scarThey want to clip the gravity and tether every starWith a lexicon of failure and a syntax of despairThey poison every fountain and they thin the very airBut the wind does not acknowledge what the cynic has to sayAnd the morning finds a window despite the disarray

The banquet table groans beneath the weight of their disdainThey find a hidden poison in the falling of the rainWhile the simple man is planting, they are digging up the ghostOf a thousand little tragedies they value all the mostSo let them count the pebbles while the mountain starts to climbLet them prosecute the rhythm and the reason and the rhymeFor the song persists regardless of the jury in the shackAnd the forward motion never takes the invitation back

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

Oh the nattering nabobs of negativityThey are weaving a shroud for the things they cannot beThey trade in the shadows and they bargain with the nightTrying to convince the sun to forfeit all its lightYes the nattering nabobs of negativityAre drowning in the waters of their own proclivity

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Enjoy this country music song celebrating our President and his accomplishments for the American people.

Just That Simple Lyrics

One thing I like about him,He keeps it real just like GrandmaI can trust himJust that simpleHe says exactly what he feelsHe’s doing the right thingBack up off him!Just that simple

Grandma said itIf you take a life,You do lifeJust that simpleGrandma said itIf you do harsh crimeYou do harsh timeJust that simple

Talk about normsBut flout them all overBeing gross is a choiceJust that simple.Join in the absurdityTroll away and awayWe don’t fall for that crapJust that simple

Grandma said itIf you take a life,You do lifeJust that simpleGrandma said itIf you do harsh crimeYou do harsh timeJust that simple

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The recent controversy about dogs and the choices we make are echoed in this new country song, We Love Our Dogs. Listen in, and enjoy!

We Love Our Dogs Lyrics

If they force us to choose,They lose.The choice between dogsAnd trogs and hogs and frogsAnd almost any other thingIs not a big swing.It’s not a difficult choice at all.You don’t need a brawlTo settle the choice.We all speak with one voice.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

We love our dogsOur canines and our cursWe love our pupsOur mongrels and our slursWe love our Buddies,Bucks, Fidos and MaxesFar more than any stupid taxes.We love our Bellas,Lucys, Lunas and DaisysAgain, far more than any crazies.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

Dogs have always been man’s best friendsAnd that love, that heart, will never end.You can’t convince us to drive our dogs outOf that there really is no doubt.Give up, go away,Don’t make our day.We play with our dogs.We sleep with our dogs.We feed and care for our dogs.We really do love our dogs.

We love dogs, all sorts of houndsAnd you can’t give us any groundsTo say goodbye to our muttsBecause, put simply, that’s just nuts!

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Celebrate Valentine’s Day with a pop song about love.

This pop song is taken from Saint Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians, 13:1-13. I used AI to create his letter as a pop song. I hope you like it.

Saint Paul is truly a hero for our time, for past times, and for all times.

Love Song Lyrics

Love suffers long, and is kindLove envies notLove causes not a stirLove is not puffed upLove does not behave unseemlyLove seeks not its ownLove is not easily provokedLove thinks no evil

Love does not rejoice in iniquityLove rejoices in the truthLove bears all thingsLove believes all thingsLove hopes all thingsLove endures all thingsLove never fails

Where there are prophecies, they shall failWhere there are tongues, they shall ceaseWhere there is knowledge, it shall vanishFor we know in part, and we prophesy in partWhen the perfect comes, the part falls away

When I was a childI spoke as a childI understood as a childI thought as a childWhen I became a manI put away childish things

Now we see through a glass darklyBut then face to faceNow I know in partThen I will know as I am knownNow abides faith, hope, love — these threeBut the greatest of these is love

Love bears all thingsLove believes all thingsLove hopes all thingsLove endures all thingsThere are three: faith, hope, and loveThe greatest of these is love

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Celebrate Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday and Presidents Day with this song (written as a poem by Walt Whitman, edited by John Kremer, with music and performance by AI.

O Captain! My Captain! Lyrics

O Captain! my Captain!Our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered every rack,The prize we sought is won,The port is near,The bells I hear,The people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel,The vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain!Rise up and hear the bells;Rise up. For you the flag is flungFor you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribboned wreathsFor you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass,Their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer,His lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm,He has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchored safe and sound,Its voyage closed and done,From fearful tripThe victor shipComes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

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This country song is based on Erika Kirk’s statement at the memorial for her husband (Charlie Kirk):

Choose prayer.Choose courage.Choose beauty.Choose adventure.Choose family.Choose a life of faith.Most importantly, choose Christ.

Choose Love Lyrics

Choose love.Choose prayer.Choose family.Choose care.

Choose courage.Choose beauty.Choose quests.Choose duty.

Choose life.Choose awe.Choose kindness.Choose law.

Choose peace.Choose good.Choose understanding.Choose I could.

Choose faith.Choose odd.But above all elseChoose God.

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This gospel song is based on Erika Kirk’s statement at her husband’s (Charlie Kirk) memorial service

Choose prayer.Choose courage.Choose beauty.Choose adventure.Choose family.Choose a life of faith.Most importantly, choose Christ.

Choose Love Lyrics

Choose love.Choose prayer.Choose family.Choose care.

Choose courage.Choose beauty.Choose quests.Choose duty.

Choose life.Choose awe.Choose kindness.Choose law.

Choose peace.Choose good.Choose understanding.Choose I could.

Choose faith.Choose odd.But above all elseChoose God.

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