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Big Love
Index |
| After All |
| On Preacher Hill |
| As I Roved Out |
| Something So Special |
| The Little That I Know |
| Big Love |
| Charlie & April |
| Miner's Daughter |
| Home At Last |
| If I Were Prince |
| Morning Song |
| Bonus track: Hold Me Close |
After All
© Margo Hennebach
A tribute to the senses
These hands can hear you
They tell your story
These hands could find you in a crowded room
And listen to you still
These lips can hold you
They've tasted sadness
These lips could wake you in the morning dew
And chase the darkness
'Cause after all, what are lips for
After all, what are hands for
After all, what is it all for?
To bring you to your senses
These feet can tango
They know fandango
These feet could dance their way to the Northern lights
And still not run away
These eyes adore you
Like none adore you
These eyes have seen stars on the black of night
And none compare to you
'Cause after all, what are eyes for
After all, what are feet for
After all, what is it all for?
To bring you to your senses
These hands can hear you
These lips can hold you
These feet can tango
These eyes adore you
These eyes adore you
Margo - vocal & acoustic guitar
Mark - acoustic guitar
Tyler Van Ostrand - bass
John Peckman - djembe, shekere, shakers, cymbals
Dan McNamara - alto sax
Margo, Mark & Jim - Net No Nehs
On Preacher Hill
© Margo Hennebach & Mark Saunders
Mark's dad is older now, but as he told Mark during a walk this
summer,
"I'm still faster than an earthworm."
He's still faster than an earthworm
Slower than a sparrow
He lives on Preacher Hill
On a road that is so narrow
That the trees meet overhead
In a canopy of green
But the road is still hard gravel
And your dad is in between
His body does not suit him
It's frail and worn from age
They say there's cancer growing
Well, some things you take on faith
Like the time he was a boy
And saw the evening moon burn bright
He saw his future rising
In its path of light
And I hope that God's in heaven
Just the way He's here in Maine
The way He makes the stars sing out
The way you make it plain
That my two outstretched arms
Can comfort and console
When the dad you've loved for all your life
Finally has to go
Inside he's still the farm boy
Ohio born and bred
The man who whisked his bride away
The night that they were wed
They followed tracks to Boston
With little but a plan
And the vows of endless love they wore
As rings upon their hands
And as the years unfolded
For this preacher and his wife
Four children joined them one by one
Then left them overnight
With still no house to call their own
They went where land was cheap
On Preacher Hill in Norway, Maine
He'd bless the land they'd keep
Chorus
Who can say what compels a man to make a mark so deep
All I know is your father made a promise he could keep
So where there once stood trees so high, they touched the sky
Now here stands the house your father built with family by his side
So he buys us hot fudge sundaes
He cleans his to the plate
He knows that hot fudge sundaes
Are a sorry thing to waste
Like this time we have together
Before the summer fades
Your family is my family now
And we won't be afraid
'Cause he knows that God's in heaven
Just the way He's here in Maine
The way He makes the stars sing out
The way you make it plain
That my two loving arms
Will comfort and console
When the one you've loved for all your life
Finally has to go
He's still faster than an earthworm
Margo - vocal, piano
Mark - acoustic guitar
Seth Farber - accordion
Marshal Rosenberg - cymbals, tchotchkes
Jon Peckman - djembe
As I Roved Out
traditional
When I lived in London, I used to love singing this on my way home from the Blackhorse Road Tube stop
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning so early
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning so early
T'was then I spied a fair young maid
And the sun was shining clearly wid me
Too ray al, fal the diddle dah,
Die re fal, the diddle darry oh
And who are you me pretty fair maid
And who are you me honey
She answered me quite modestly
I am me mother's darling wid me...
Will ye come to me house in the middle of the night
When the moon is shining clearly
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil a one shall hear us wid me...
So I came to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in
And divil a one did hear us wid me...
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying there's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse
To eat them if he's able wid me...
She took me by the lily white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying there's plenty of wine for a soldier boy
To drink it if he's able wid me...
Then I got up and I made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
And I picked her up and I laid her down
Saying, lassie, are ye able wid me...
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
Then I got up and put on me clothes
Saying lassie I must leave you wid me...
And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
Then we might well get married wid me...
Margo - vocals
Mark - vocal, acoustic guitar, feedback dobro, cymbal
Jim Chapdelaine - EBow guitar
Jim & Mark - drum loops
Something So Special
© Margo Hennebach
I've finally woken up and I feel fine!
What's a love song without you in my life?
It's a tree that's been cut down
It's a song that's lost its way in the world
Never to be found
What's a love song without you in my life
And how could it be
That something so special as you in my life
Was never meant to be
What's a morning without you by my side?
It's a dawn without the sun
It's a bed that won't keep still at night
It is breakfast just for one
What's a morning without you by my side
And how could it be
That something so special as mornings with you
Was never meant to be
You had hands so strong
I shut my eyes when you held me tight
Then you spun me 'round
Until I was dancing alone in the night
One day I'll wake up and I know I'll feel fine
And life will go on
The songs will write themselves, yes they will,
And the trees will find the sun
Then I'll see you and I'll remember the time
When you told me
That something as special as this in our lives
Was never meant to be
That something so special as you in my life
Was never meant to be
Margo - vocal & piano
Jim Chapdelaine - highstrung guitar
Marshal Rosenberg - triangle, cymbals
Big Love
lyrics by William Buchanan & Margo Hennebach
music by Margo Hennebach and Mark Saunders
This is based on a poem by William Buchanan called Be Kind. Special thanks to him for letting me adapt it into a song
Be kind to crawling caterpillars on damp grass
Be kind to slimy snakes and leeches multiplying fast
Be kind to stubborn dandelions,thorns and burrs
And flea-infested alley cats who don't know how to purr
Be kind to all the croaking, creeping,
Leaping, stinging, beings
Look deep into your heart
And let it carry you on wings of
BIG LOVE
Be kind to loud mouthed in-laws, dead beat dads
And piercing tattooed teenagers dressed in black
Be kind to politicians who want to shake your hand
And terrorist fanatics living off the land
Be kind to all the thieving, cheating,
Killing human beings
Look deep into their eyes
And in that moment there will be
BIG LOVE
Crude is surface, just have patience
Sinners will in time become saints
Watch for wild and willing angels
They will touch you with BIG LOVE
It's bigger than a sunrise
Bigger than the air
If you give away your grievances
You'll find it everywhere
BIG FAT LOVE
Margo - vocal and organ
Mark - vocal, acoustic guitar, slide guitar
Jim Chapdelaine - electric guitar
Tyler Van Ostrand - bass
John Peckman - drums
Hand clapping, Finger snapping Big Guys -
Jim Chapdelaine, Steve Nystrup, Tom Martello, Mark
Charlie & April
© Margo Hennebach
I used to shoot baskets with my twelve year old neighbor, April, while we talked about boys
He wrote his number on my jeans
And now I sleep with them at night
No, you can't have too much denim
Can't ever hold your dreams too tight
I remember how I shivered
When he asked me for a pen
If he knew I'd never wash them
Would he ever ask again?
Charlie, I'm in love with you
Can't you love me too
I know life's too short and a day's too long
To keep from loving you
I hear my mother in the kitchen
She's singing "Love Me Like a Man"
But my father never listens
He's got a bottle in his hand
And as sure as it will empty
He'll be sure she's done him wrong
And then I'll wake up to the fighting
Before I wake up to the dawn
Charlie, I'm in love with you
Won't you love me too
I know life's too short and a day's too long
To keep from loving you
My mom says be careful
That boys will be...men
Tie your kerchief tighter
Or you will lose your head time and again
I'm--in--love
I know life's too short and a day's too long
To keep away from you
I can't wait till school tomorrow
We're cutting frogs up with a knife
But while the others are dissecting
I want to bring mine back to life
'Cause I know she wants to tell me
How she's been dead for far too long
And how the weight of untold secrets
Kept her heart from beating strong
Charlie, I'm in love with you
Don't you love me too
I know life's too short and a day's too long
To keep from loving you
I'm--in--love
I know life's too short and a day's too long
To keep from loving you
Margo - vocals & acoustic guitar
Mark - acoustic guitar
Diane Chodkowski - harmony vocal
Marshal Rosenberg - congas, tambourine,
film can & cymbals
Miner's Daughter
© Margo Hennebach
Thanks, dad, for letting me sing this to you with so many witnesses the night before. You throw a great party
I walk right by your office
It used to be my room
Mom moved out the furniture
When I went off to school
You filled it floor to ceiling
With all the things you've done
Letters from the President
Medallions that you won
And papers filled with numbers
Photographs of men
Your colleagues in their business suits
With hard hats on their heads
You took us down a mine once
We turned off all the lights
In that heart of darkness
Could we make everything all right?
You were a miner all your life
But I never made you mine
I never really took the time
To know the man inside
Soon I'll be walking down the aisle
And I want you by my side
Don't you think it's time
I finally tried to get inside the man?
So I'm drawn back to your office
To dig up more on you
Heavy rocks in bookcases--
Are they my only clue?
You traveled far to get them
You mined them from the land
You'd think that they were gold
The way you laid them in my hands
Chorus
Will I ever tell you just how
Dark the dark has been?
Do I have the courage
To let so much love in?
Now I'm sitting in your office
I'm trying out your chair
The room takes on new meaning
When I look at it from here
I hope that you don't mind
But I'm singing you a song
You'd think that it was gold
The way it's taken me so long
I've been a miner all my life
With my head stuck underground
But now I've grown, I want to know you
While you're still around
When I am walking down that aisle
I will want you by my side
Don't you think it's time
Do you know how much I've cried
I'm asking you to let me
Get to know the man inside
Margo - vocal & acoustic guitar
Mark - electric guitar
Marshal Rosenberg - congas, bongos, shaker & cymbals
Stephanie Winters - cello
Home At Last
© Margo Hennebach
This song always wanted to be longer than one verse
Breathe and the rest shall fall in place
Know that this moment too shall pass
Feel that your heart's so wide, you fall right in
You have found your home at last
Speak when the words are hard to find
Love like an ocean deep and vast
Trust is the tide that pulls you back again
You have found your home at last
Don't be surprised
When you find there are no walls
You've always known
That here you see it all
Don't be surprised
When you find there are no walls
Open your eyes
So you can see it all
Give when you want to hold on tight
Watch for the pride that comes too fast
Now is the only time you've ever had
You have found your home
You are not alone
You have found your home at last
Margo - vocal & piano
Mark - vocal and acoustic guitar
Tyler Van Ostrand - fretless bass
John Peckman - drums
If I Were Prince
© Margo Hennebach & Mark Saunders
Inspired by a late night rummage through my old vinyl collection
If I were Prince, I'd ride a bike, I'd sing Purple Rain
U'd teach me to grind, I'd write u a song, then I'd change my name
And u would b Lisa, Wendy & Nikki rolled up into 1
But then I'd miss my darling, the 1 who shows me how real love is done
Chorus:
Baby, whatcha do 2 me
Baby, whatcha do, whatcha do 2 me
If I were Elvis, I'd love u tender, I'd love u true
I'd put on weight, I'd build a big house, I'd build it
for u
And u would b happy--@ least u'd b rich & no 1 would know
But then I'd miss my darling, the 1 who shows me how real love can grow
Chorus
Feels good, is good
Don't we all want it, real love
Feels right, is right
Tonight & every night
Chorus
We know we're not Elvis, we know we're not Prince, we're not even Lisa
We lead simple lives, we mow our own lawn, we eat lots of pizza
And how could we know that such easy love would b such a prize
But that's what I feel, every single day I look in ur eyes
Chorus
Margo - vocals
Mark - acoustic guitar
Jim Chapdelaine - electric guitar
Tyler Van Ostrand - bass
John Peckman - drums
Joe Grieco - background vocals
Morning Song
© Margo Hennebach
I sang this to Mark at our wedding
Love will chase a restless wind
You turn your back and it's gone again
'Cause love won't cleave to love until
Until love loves with all its will
I will be here in the morning
Until the morning sun don't shine
I will be here in the morning
Until the evening moon don't rise
I will be here in the morning
Love will cleave as lovers do
In the morning
As all my love loves all of you
I will be here in the morning
I'll still be here in the morning
Margo - vocals & piano
Bonus Track:
Hold Me Close
© Margo Hennebach
Special thanks to Katie, Jill, Sarah, and Tom for singing this at our wedding
Hold me close and love me
Hold me close and love me
Hold me close and love me
God's got a hold on me
Even in the darkness
Even in the darkness
Especially in darkness
God is gonna walk with me
And pull me through till morning
Pull me through till morning
Each and ev'ry morning
God is gonna pull me through
And fill me up with daylight
Fill me
up with
daylight
Soft and
golden daylight
God is gonna
fill me up
And count on me
to love you
Count on me to love you
Count the ways I love you
God is gonna count on me
To wrap my arms around you
Wrap my arms around you
Now that I have found you
Arms are gonna wrap 'round you
So hold me close and love me
Hold me close and love me
If ever love were holy
God's got a hold on me and you
God's got a hold on me
Margo & Mark - vocals