Sarah Calvert

You Remain

Tonight as I sit here at these keys, I write you a note; a sweet melody.
Wonder what you’re doin’, and where you may be. I hope that you’re thinkin’ of me.
And each snowflake that falls to the ground, becomes music in the air, without makin’ a sound.

Still hear the carols in our house that were sung, in days gone by, when we were young.

I know this Christmas, you’re not comin’ home. Where you are now, is too far away.
Don’t worry darlin’, ‘cause I’m not alone.  Here in my heart, you remain.

Through the window on this clear December night, God’s tucked the earth in, under blankets of white.
Kaleidoscope shifts between shadows and light.
Are you that star burning so bright?
Moon’s reflecting dancing diamonds in the snow; where you watched me make angels; years ago.

Memories I have of you, set me aglow;
are you singin’ with us, who are here, down below.

I know this Christmas, you’re not comin’ home. Where you are now, is too far away.
I won’t worry darlin’, ‘cause you’re not alone. I know that I’ll see you some day. 
I know this Christmas, you’re not comin’ home. Where you are now, is too far away.
Don’t worry darlin’, ‘cause I’m not alone.  Here in my heart, you remain.
Here in my heart, you remain.  Here in my heart you remain.

 

Song for a Winter's Night

The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top, the snow is softly falling.
The air is still in the silence of my room; I hear your voice softly calling

If I could only have you near, to breathe a sigh or two;
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you.


The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead, my glass is almost empty.
I read again between the lines upon each page, the words of love you send me.

If I could know within my heart, that you were lonely too;
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you.


The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim, the shades of night are lifting.
The morning light steals across my window pane, where webs of snow are drifting.

If I could only have you near, to breathe a sigh or two.
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you.  And to be once again with you.

Eye Level

I can’t figure out why you have all your airs, we were born unto the same sea and sky.
A part of me asks why I bother to care,
but a part of me has to know why, some of us choose to be blind.

 You can’t figure out how I can spend all my days, collecting words, coveting rhyme.
A part of you daydreams ‘bout livin’ this way,
but a part of you won’t walk that line,
because time is money and money’s time.

Please listen to what I must say, let’s lay our hearts face up on the table.
Won’t you please, please come down though it’s out of your way.
And meet me here, at eye level, come on and come on and meet me here at eye level.

I can’t understand how you can judge who I am, when you look at my beat up old car.
She’s trusty and true and her driver is too. Living life with a wide open heart, and you say I won’t get very far.

Please listen to what I must say, let’s lay our hearts face up on the table.
Won’t you please, please come down though it’s out of your way.
And meet me here, at eye level, come on and come on and meet me here at eye level.

Oh, in this so-called democracy, it’s oh so sad but so true. That when it comes to equality, we judge each other by what we do. Not for who we are……..but by what we do….oh oh oh oh…….

So please listen to what I must say. You think you’re not ready, but I know you’re able. Won’t you please please come down ‘cause we can’t live this way…When we don’t see each other, and we can’t hear one another……..when we’re not at eye level. So please meet me here.

                                                     November

Sun sinks low, hides behind horizon; daylight glow now just a dream. I don’t know whose finger’s on
the trigger; leads us away from grasses green.

We long for golden days when the sun cast all his brilliant rays, on all the things we had and who we were. But we were August then, and so sure…we’d make it.

You persuaded me to try and recall, shining times I remember. But history and memory have written on my wall, depicting us as November.

We long for golden days, when the sun cast all his brilliant rays, on every little thing we said and did. But we were August then, so unguarded; now we fake it.

Bodies once entwined, you the trelice, I the vine. Still rich with fruit of the summer. But the dark clouds that touch us now, lay frost upon each barren bough; long gone wide-eyed wonder. Though the sun still does arise, clouds hang on these heavy eyes. Sweet sweet dreams of pleasant streams, how far away that river seems. All was warm and all was bright ‘til winter turned us into night.

We long for golden days when the sun cast all his brilliant rays, right down to our hearts, through our skin. Why can’t we just go back and begin?…..Unjaded. Sun sinks low.

From Where I Stand

Wind whispers to me;  shaking trees, blowing leaves to the ground.You’re speakin’ to me; in the silence I can hear the subtlety of your sound. You’re all around, around. Fire’s upon me now; sinking in with kisses oh so hot. You burn me so gently to let me know I’ve still got you. I’ve still got you.How could I have ever forgotten you? 

From where you are now, and from where I stand. We are not in the same place, but you know, I can still feel your hands, upon me. Your hands upon me.

Water can drown me; but I’m not afraid to dive right in.Your presence surrounds me. I see you and drink you in with the moon’s reflection. Can’t you see you’ve still got my attention.

From where you are now, and from where I stand, we are not in the same place but you know I can still feel your hands, upon me. Your hands upon me.

I can clearly reminisce, the way your soft warm touch felt upon my cool skin.
And I remember all the ways, you shone your light upon me, and you still do today……….still do today.

From where you are now, and from where I stand. Well, we are not in the same place but you know, I can still feel your hands, upon me. Your hands upon me.

Earth that sustains me; seems solid and secure beneath these feet. Your spirit has changed me; taught me life is oh so fleeting, oh so fleeting. But I know that we will meet again.

Four-Four

I’ve been lookin’ for days, for someone who can cope with my restless gypsy ways.
Make me want to STOP, hangin’ out, all those late liquor nights,I’d rather be home with him when the day greets its light.I’ve been lookin’ and searching for weeks, for that guy to come gallantly sweep me off my feet. and I’d be oh, so inspired: new melody and rhyme.
Not worry ‘bout things like, illusion of time.

Yes and I’d keep him guessing. Wondering what would be my next move.Like the weather these days, I can be unpredictable…depending on my mood.

Maybe, just maybe when I cease to look, he’ll come around and find me there, like in those fairy-tale books. Take me for who I am, join my daydream kind of world. Recognize that I am not that common, 4/4 kind of girl. (I like to think in 16/32 sometimes.)

I’ve been looking for all of my life, for that guy who’ll get that I am not 9-5. I’m not lazy, a little crazy but I like who I am, I see the beauty in music, so I do it because I can.

Yes and I’d keep him yearning for more.  He’d never tire of me. And I’d be sure, I’d be sure to keep him on his toes, to avoid complacency…

Yes and maybe just maybe when I cease to look, he’ll come around and find me there, like in those fairy-tale books, Take me for who I am, join my daydream kind of world.
Recognize that I’m not that common 4/4 kind of…..

I, I’ve tried those shoes on. Oh so many times before.
Oh but I’m not Cinderella…..they don’t fit, not even when I try to force it…….

Maybe, just maybe when I cease to look, he’ll come around and find me there, like in those fairy-tale books, and he’ll take me for who I am, join my daydream kind of world, and love me for the simple fact that I’m not that 4/4 kind of girl.

Slow It Down

Three days, nothing to do;  abandon the cars, map our way with the stars. Three days, nowhere to be; except here and now ask not why when or how.
Three days. nothing to do; watch the water, feel wind. Journey within.

No plans are the best ones when you feel you’ve lost your way. Open yourself up, to the beauty of each new day. And no plans are the best ones when you’re feeling all burnt out. Banish the clocks and the watches: Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down.

Three days, nothing to do but surrender to time, relax and unwind.Three days nowhere to be, but under blankets of night, then in arms of daylight. Three days, nothing to do, only choice to be made: will we lounge in the sun or the shade?
The sun or the shade?

No plans are the best ones when you feel you’ve lost your way, Open yourself up, to the beauty of each new day. No plans are the best ones when you’re feeling all burnt out. Banish the clocks and the watches; Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down. Slow it down.

Three days, nothing to do; abandon the cars, map our way with the stars.

Shining Through

All by your lonesome, a solemn Saturday night, caught up again in the drama of your sorrow.
Rewind, replay, the movie screen within your mind, takes you to the past, takes away from tomorrow.

Come back, come back, come back to the here and now; Your presence will show you how…..to let the

Light come shining through. You don’t need to wear the night any longer. You can start to live in your truth. The darkness that you’ve seen can only make you stronger, wiser, stronger.

You wear that darkness like a comfortable old shirt, that’s now become a staple in your wardrobe.That colour doesn’t suit you, and you can change on back, to the luminance inside, yes you’re a rainbow.Come on,  rise on up, from memory’s old dust. Learn to take mistakes as good lessons.Come on, rise up, yes, you know you must. You’re too bright for depression.
But to find just what you are looking for, you must be brave, and open up all your doors; you'll feel the

Light come shining through. You don’t need to wear the night any longer. You can start to live in your truth. The darkness that you’ve seen can only make you stronger, wiser, stronger.

Come lay your burdens down, regret is too heavy to carry around. A new journey will have begun;
Once you cast your face once again to the sun……to feel the….

Light come shining through, You won’t need to wear the night any longer. You will live in your truth;  And the darkness you resist will only make you stronger. Wiser and stronger.

Que Sera, Sera
(Livingston and Evans) 

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty and will I be rich?” Here’s what she said to me:

Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
Because the future is not ours to see; ya da da da da dee. Que sera. Que sera. Que sera.

When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my lover, “What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day?"  Here’s what my lover said:

Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be.
The future is not ours to see. So darlin’ believe me. Que sera. Que sera. Que sera.

Now I’ve got children of my own, they ask their mother, “What will I be? Will I be gorgeous and will I be rich?” And I tell them tenderly:

Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.Because the future is not ours to see; ya da da da da dee. Que sera. Que sera. Que sera.Que sera. Que sera. Que sera.

 

Tradition

This old Tradition with its cracked plastic shell, reminds me of us when we’re not, doin’ all that well. Underneath the wood’s still good, the sound’s still strong and true. It’s not that you don’t still love me, and that I don’t still love you. I do I do.

We gotta get rid of all these games, and replace them with trust, if we’re gonna pull through and get to the other side.Go deep and drown our egos, diminish our pride
Darlin’, we gotta try, to get back to us.

Each hammer on, each pull away, only seems to symbolize, the unfair cruel way I can behave.I start to open up to let you in, but fear gets in the way. As I ponder on the past wonder what may lie ahead I admit I’m tense, a little frightened. Because these fracture lines upon my hear are numerous and they’ve scarred so I constrict and tighten.

I know we gotta, get rid of all these games, and replace them with trust, if we’re gonna pull through and get to the other side. Go deep and drown our egos, diminish our pride.
Darlin’, we gotta try, to get back to us.

I try to tighten my grasp and grope for control, hoping to keep hold of emotions and myself.Memory mingles with imagination and my mind plays tricks upon itself.Yes here we go again again, this vicious cycle will it end? Where we get all tangled up in our words.
Walls are built like concrete we think that they’ll protect but what they cause and create, it’s only hurt.

We gotta look ahead, look around and not look back to move on. 'Cause I know that what we could have it would be oh so strong, With the foundations that we’ve laid, the promises we’ve made. I know I know darlin’ we can get back to us. If we’d only...

Get rid of all these games, and replace them with trust, if we wanna’ pull through and get to the other side. Go deep and drown our egos, diminish our pride.
Darlin’, we gotta try, to get back to us.

This old Tradition, with its old cracked plastic shell.

Fiction and Fact

I know you’re playin’, your precious poet’s heart out, at that sweet, secluded old bar, I’m more than 200 kilometres away, talkin’ to my guitar. And I am livin’ in my vivid imagination, I hear those words pour from your mouth. Oh, like a slow, sumptuous rain, after the drought.

So baby, just let me drink in your words, and I’ll pretend that they’re for me, with every chorus and verse. I dream you say my name, say my name the way you say hers.

Don’t you know daydream, delusion and denial, you know they make me feel alright. Make me forget you’ll be goin’ home to her, at the end of the night. I hear the love that spills from your lips, while truth and beauty pour from your soul. I’m so dry and thirsty honey, from all these years, on my own.

So baby, just let me drink in your words, and I’ll pretend that they’re for me, with every chorus and verse. I dream you say my name, say my name the way you say hers.

Why do I love the ones already taken ? (“Can’t help it, it’s just a habit”.
Why do I set myself up for heart-achin’? ("Breaking heart, I guess I gotta have it”.)

 Baby let me drink in your words, and I’ll pretend that they’re for me and not for her.
In my mind the lines become blurred, between what is fiction and fact I dream you say my name, I hear you say my name the way you say hers.

                                                                        JUST  BE

I truly thought that I had finally found my man; after so many heartaches,  thought I’d found one to understand. All those devils and demons that can dance inside my mind;
I thought I’d found a love that would withstand the hard times.

No matter how hard I tried, to swallow my very own lies, the wind whispered, “ somethin’s wrong”. And it was not ‘til he went away that I took time for myself. And I’ve changed, the truth was revealed in my song.

Oh but those times, those crazy roller coaster times, they took us on a ride, and we could not hold on tight.
I do not blame him at all, and I do not blame me, I blame the whole damn situation and its intricacies.

No matter how hard I tried, to swallow my very own lies, the wind whispered, “ somethin’s wrong”. And it was not ‘til he went away that I took time for myself. And I’ve changed, the truth was revealed in my song.

And yes, I seek my solitude; where I can be free to dream. It’s here in this place I cultivate gratitude/ I’ve found a place where I can just be.

With all this new hindsight, what I’ve finally come to learn, is that even the right person at the wrong time……is still the wrong person. I hope he’s happy, yes sometimes he still crosses my mind. I pray he’s found forgiveness, despite our sad demise.

No matter how hard he tried, believin’ his very own lies, the mountains echoed: “somethin’s wrong”. It was not ‘til I went away that he, took time for himself, yes he’s changed, and he wonders why it was that it took him so long.No matter how hard we tried, in the end no, we could not deny that the mountains and the windtold us we were wrong.
And it was not ‘til we became estranged that we took time for ourselves yes we’ve changed.
And our story in all its sadness has made us so strong. I hope he hears the love in my song.

Bubblegum Lyrics

They met up at that beach, he had seen 16 summers, while she was just 14.
At that time and place, he realized his fate, knew one day, she’d be his queen.
And oh, how destiny has her sweet way, to make faint hearts believe.
In Divine Plan, we can’t always understand, but the signs are there, for us to read.

And the sound of her voice, the way that she said his name, my God, how he loved to hear it. Dancing in sand, hand in hand, to all those old bubblegum lyrics.

He waited for her, until she came of age, then began to build dreams together.Travelled far and wide, never could they hide, their love and respect for one another. It’s a lifetime ago, since they first danced on that  sand, joined hearts and hands, and were wed.
But now she’s gone away, and at the end of every day, he and memory lie in their bed.

And the sound of her voice, the way she said his name; my God, how he longs to hear it.

Dreams of the days, when they moved and swayed to all those old bubblegum lyrics.

Two separate trees, alone on their own, when their journey had begun,
Now with passing of time, their roots intertwine, and two souls have merged into one.

 

Now he goes to visit her, at the break of each new dawn,You’d never know to see him, something’s gone wrong.A foolish man asked him why he bothers anymore, says that she doesn’t know him at all,
Looked the man in the eyes, solemnly replied,  but I still know her and I will always recall...

The sound of her voice, the way that she said my name. My God, how I loved to hear it.  And I come to her now, offer myself and sing her those bubblegum lyrics...

Shaboom, shaboom. Shaboom, shaboom. Yada dada dada dada dada. Shaboom, shaboom. Shaboom, shaboom. Life is but a dream sweetheart.

Distraction

You turned me on, like a switchboard with a hundred thousand phones.
Lit up my dark, emblazoned your mark on my heart.
Caught me at a time, when I was low and lonely.
I should’ve been writing songs, I’d been procrastinating for so long.
Could’ve been getting’ life organized, but you wooed me with your wonderful sweet lies.

Yes you caught me at a time when I was naïve. 

So all I got to say is boy it’s good you’ve gone away, treated me oh so good, and then so bad. But you’re the best damn distraction, I’ve ever had.

When you came around, hardly ever went out on the town. Mostly, stayed home instead, became a fixture for my pillow-top bed. Caught me at a time, when I was low and lonely.
But the way you held me tight, made me want you nearly every single night.
And the night-time things you’d say and do, would override the ones that made me  feel blue. 
Yes you caught me at a time when I was naïve.

All I got to say is boy it’s good you’ve gone away, I fell for you, I really had it bad; but you’re the best damn distraction oh, that I’ve ever had.
Baby you’re the best damn distraction, I’ve ever had.

Song for a Winter's Night
(Gordon Lightfoot)

The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top, the snow is softly falling.
The air is still in the silence of my room, I hear your voice softly calling.

If I could only have you near, to breathe a sigh or two.
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you.

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead, my glass is almost empty.
I read again between the lines upon each page, the words of love you sent me.

If I could know within my heart, that you were lonely too.
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you.


The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim, the shades of night are lifting.
The morning light steals across my window pane, where webs of snow are drifting.

If I could only have you near, to breathe a sigh or two.
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love, on this winter night with you
And to be once again with you.