Sundown Lullaby -- Bruce Goldish 2003
There goes the sun behind the hill
Coloring the clouds above and still
Dark is coming
Feel it in the chill

The clouds are burning up
Red on blue
Soon you’ll lay your head down
And sleep will come to you

May you rest, May you be warm and dry
May your worries never make you cry
May you dream of climbing mountains
Into the clear blue sky

And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I
And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I 

May you wake up easy, May you wake up pure
May you breathe a new day safe and secure
And know that someone cares for you tonight

And when you close your eyes again
When the sun goes behind the hill
Coloring the clouds above
When everything goes still

May you rest, May you be warm and dry
May your worries never make you cry
May you dream of climbing mountains
Into the clear blue sky

And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I
And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I

TEN THOUSAND LAKES  -- Bruce Goldish 2003
I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Not an easy place, snow whips in your face
When the cold winter wind awakes.
I remember when the leaves would turn
From colors so bright, to earthy and dry
Piles so high, getting ready for to burn
And diving in making those old leaves fly.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I am and the company I keep
And home is this sweet paradise where I lay my head to sleep
But I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember the Northern Lights
Shining colors across my eyes.

I remember when I turned away from
The Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
To this warm pretty place, with its laid-back pace
Now it’s just fire and flood and earthquakes.
Tires spinning on Rocky Mountain ice
In an all-wheel drive SUV
Guitars crammed to the walls
Eating Wonder Bread balls
And my dog stepping right in my coffee.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I come from and the memories that cut deep
And home is the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Where the living it don’t come cheap
I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember my home, as if I’d never said goodbye.

I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes.

the water is wide (traditional)
the water is wide
i can't cross o'er
and neither have 
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i

oh love is gentle
and love is kind
the sweetest flower
when first it's new
but love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades away
like the morning dew

there is a ship
that sailed the sea
she's laden deep
as deep can be
but not as deep
as the love i'm in
and i know not
if i sink or swim

the water is wide
i can't cross o'er
and neither have 
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i
and we both shall row
my love and i