The Old Rising Sun

There was a pub in Newport town

They called the Rising Sun

They changed it to the Harlequin;

It's now a restaurant.

My mother was a Thomas

She sewed my old blue jeans,

My father came from Corpor Road

They lived up in Cwmbran.

I once met gransha in that pub,

Into that haunt he'd slunk.

He looked so very satisfied,

He was a little drunk.

Oh mother tell your children

Why the name of Harlequin

Is still found on the roundabout

And how it was The Rising Sun

I have one foot on the platform

The other on a train

And I'm goin' back to Newport town,

It looks like it might rain.

Yeah, there was a pub in Newport town

They called The Rising Sun,

I remember it from when a boy

And I'm not the only one.

Covenant

Made a cov'nant with my eyes
To look into the skies
When pretty girls go by
I've learned to love the sky.

To be Frank

I was a thousand miles from Wales,
So I could not attend,
As would a family member, friend,
The fun'rals for Frank and Frank.

Frank I'd known for all my life
And Frank about two score.
The one has gone to heaven above,
The other, I'm not sure.

They both were sinners, it is clear,
Though one had been to pris'n.
One only liked too much his beer,
The other had done worse.

It is the one who did what's worse,
The one who went to prison
Who I'm convinced is now in heav'n,
Although that seems perverse.

My mother's brother did not turn
And trust in Christ, it seems,
But brother Frank had come to learn
That faith in Christ redeems.

The donkeys of Grahamstown, South Africa

You hear them at night
Though they are not in sight.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Are they hunting for hay?
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Two pulling a dray.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

Rememb'ring hot sand
Childhood rides on the strand.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Born there in Bethlehem town,
Strips of cloth for a gown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Who rode into the town,
Rows of thorns formed his crown.

I hear the beat - a distant sound

I hear the beat - a distant sound,
As my mind runs away.
I travel back, in memories drowned,
To past and long gone days.

I know my life will soon be gone,
My body in the grave,
And so I seek, while here on earth,
To live to God alone.

But low I fall, so quickly fall,
Sometimes I hardly stand.
Without his help, without his love,
I'd be in hell right now.

And so I look, I look to him,
May he my Saviour be,
And though I fall a thousand times,
May he bring me safe home.

Yes, one day I will see his face,
I'll gaze on him at last
And I will feel his loving arms
Around me hold me fast.

Though still I sin

Though still I sin and miss the mark

All my sin has been revoked

And I'm no longer in the dark

Though still I sin and cross the line

All my sin is covered o'er

The Saviour Jesus he is mine

Though still I sin and twist my way

All my sin has been forgiven

And I must serve him every day

Vote for me!

Vote for me, I'm the greatest yet!
Vote for me, I am your best bet!
Vote for me, you will not regret!
Vote for me, I will clear the debt!
Vote for me, think how much you'll get!
Vote for me, yes, join the jet set!