Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

This was written with the help of first graders at Dan Emmett Elementary in my home town of Mount Vernon, Ohio.  This was part of a song-writing project with the entire school whereby all the songs had to do with science, resulting in the CD called Songs of Science

Lyrics

CHORUS: What do we need, all living things? What do we need, all living things?


We need air with oxygen that comes from the trees on the wind
Can’t hold it in your hand, but feel it on your face; It’s everywhere…. but not in outer space
   

We need food to help us grow so we can run and play ready, set, go
If you’re a bear or a busy bee, whatever you eat...gives you energy


We need water clean and good to drink, the taste on your tongue keeps you in the pink
If you’re a plant, you get it from the ground from rivers and rain…water’s all around
 

We need shelter from too much sun;  ice and snow will make you numb
Home where it’s safe, it might be in the sea, in a den or a cave, your house or in a tree
 

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

Written in a moment of seller's remorse after parting with my rocking chair at a garage sale...

Lyrics

In the rocking chair just a baby fair, I sat and sang and held you to my breast
Oh so close and warm tucked into my arm, the tuneful lullabies put you to rest

As a year went by, such a painful cry, because you fell and skinned a toe or knee
Once again we’d climb for our special time, we’d rock ourselves a soothing melody

    You can hear the sounds of children, and mothers whispering into their ears
    Back and forth the creaky rocker has so much more to say than you can hear

After hours of play or at school all day, it’s hard to know when you have had enough
And though you barely fit, on my lap you sit, we hum and let the rocker do its stuff

Someone else is blessed, with a little rest, rocking back and forth in that chair
May their memory of a lifetime be as happy as the moments we spent there
    
    You can hear the sounds of children, and mothers whispering into their ears
    Back and forth the creaky rocker has so much more to say than you can hear


Sarah Goslee Reed
Words by Frank Goulde; Music by Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

This was a poem given to me by the daughter of the man who planted 7,000 trees at Ramser Arboretum in Jelloway, Ohio.  Frank Goulde wrote the poem for Russ Ramser's birthday to celebrate the creation of the arboretum.  I set it to music and Darell's banjo part and the harmony singers gave it a life of its own!

Lyrics

CHORUS:

We planted trees today over Shadley Valley way
We planted tress today hmmm

Those trees now firmly planted in the soil
Will someday shelter those who toil
And when the autumn hues are bright
Many view them with delight

    CHORUS

In my heart I know God made them tall
For children to climb and adults to hold in awe
Splendors are many that’s His plan
All spread out across this land

    CHORUS


    No greater legacy a man can leave
    Than his good name and that he planted a tree

    CHORUS

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

Our table has been in the family for 40 years - it came from a little cottage in the woods with many pieces of hand made oak furniture.  For years it was in my dad's home and now we are blessed to have it in our kitchen.  The first time my husband and I sat down and had a meal at it here in our home, we both burst into tears, remembering family events that took place.  I wish I knew more of its history....

Lyrics

CHORUS:
Gather at the table, pull up a chair
A little conversation happens there
Somethin’ ‘bout this table and its history
Some of it we know and some’s a mystery

Once it was an oak tree up north in Ohio
Standin’ tall and strong through years of sun and snow
Maybe hit by lightning, maybe felled by wind
Surely there was thunder as it cracked within

Two planks to reach across, about a forearm wide
Thicker than my hand, the center groove off to one side
Seven feet from end to end, a trestle underneath
Runs between two mighty legs that rest upon four feet

    CHORUS    

Dark brown and smooth, but for the knot where I sit
Shaped like a star, indented where my fingers fit
Children playing games while women mended what was torn
Fingers met across this table and plans were born

Handmade by a carpenter in another time and place
Passed down through families, Thanksgiving saying grace
Babies taking their first meals here have babies of their own
All hands that touched this surface join us in our home

    CHORUS

    BRIDGE:
    We are blessed to have this in our kitchen
    So many stories to listen…..to, as we gather at the table, pull up a chair (continue chorus)

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

A popular story circulating in many places about a Native American boy and his grandfather. The boy asks his wise grandfather how to manage his life with evil in so many places.  He explains there are two wolves inside him and the outcome depends on which wolf he decides to feed.

Lyrics

Grandfather, I am afraid
There’s a choice to be made
When the time comes, how will I know
Which way to turn, which way to go?
    Inside you are two wolves
    One full of anger and fear
    Dark are his eyes, mean is his heart
    Be careful when he’s near
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf

Grandfather, I am confused  
You said there were two
Two wolves inside me, two in my heart
How can I tell … tell them apart?
    The right wolf is the one
    Who is open and kind
    Bright are his eyes, clean is his heart
    Make him welcome and find (how to)
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf
        Feed the right wolf

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

There is so much to know about one another....it seems that sometimes we don't find out until a person's funeral (not to be morose) when the eulogy is given. 

Lyrics

Eighty eight like the keys on a piano
That’s an age your heart will never know
All those years no one know what might have followed
And the change that would have come from knowing you
    There’s one you never met and one you think you know
    Familiar like the song you play on the piano
    But it’s always this, you mention to a friend
    I wish I’d known him better…
Take a look at the keys of a piano
Black and white, the only notes you play
But you know, when you put them all together
What you hear more than a hundred shades of gray
    ~chorus~
        I can ask, you can’t say
        Still I listen..anyway…
I need to know so much more than the piano
Many things from you I want to learn
Hear your song as only you can tell it
Teach me now, so I can take a turn
    There’s one you never met and one you think you know
    Familiar like the song you play on the piano
    But it’s always this, you mention to a friend
    I wish I’d known him better...

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

I wrote this song long ago after seeing this neon sign, but it never told the true story.  Now it does, thanks to the inspiration from my writers group.

Lyrics

CHORUS:

    Used guitars and violins
    Play a song from long ago
    Like a once familiar place
    Where or when I don’t quite know

Road closed one mile ahead
Had to turn and venture on
Unknown treasure down the way
Made me glad the bridge was gone

Wandered in an old junk store
Captivated by a light
Cursive letters in an arc
Purple neon glowing bright
    CHORUS
Far from home, no cash to spare
I browsed around the store and then
In my car with some regret
Following the road again

Forty years I still recall
The window lit up by that sign
Though I left it hanging there
I sing about it all the time

CHORUS

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

A comparison of my garden flowers to music...another old song that I re-worked - much better this time!

Lyrics

A hint of spring drifts through the air, a sign of things to come
Tho gazing from my window, the snow is not yet done
Sooner comes the light of morn, it lingers till it’s late
And greener things will then spring forth that now beneath do wait
    Oh the roses and the peonies, petals on the floor
    Lavender and yarrow are the ones that will endure

A misty rain, a thunderstorm, the warming of the sun
How can it be from such dead brown living things do come?
The flowers picked hang upside down to dry until the day
Becomes so short the smell of them will carry me away
    CHORUS

Blossoms in my garden are  like music in my ears
Bringing joy and moving me close to tears
A song is like a potpourri of petals in a jar
The melodies drift on the wind, they’re flowers from afar
    CHORUS    

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

Written for my daughter Meredith upon the occasion of her wedding to Travis Irwin on 9/18/2010

Lyrics

CHORUS:
    As you join hands, we become family
    The circle grows wide
    Husband and wife, daughter and son
    The circle of hands holds you close as you are one

From our four hands came your two
Hands that carry and work
Hands that harvest what we planted
And now it’s your turn...chorus

Now your hands hold another’s
Two hands become four
And we sing and bless you
As you walk through the door… and you join hands, and … chorus continues

May you be happy and well
May your hearts be strong
May you journey to far off places
May you always come home
    To our circle of hands that’s become family
    The circle grows wide
    Husband and wife, daughter and son
    The circle of hands holds you close as you are one

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

A portion of each CD sale goes to the Memorial Fund at Black River Middle School in Sullivan, Ohio in memory of Wesley Garrett, a wonderful young man who chose to leave us much too soon.

Lyrics

From the day he was born, he was held in their arms
The light of their life, they kept him safe and warm

With a smile as big as the sky, his hands blessed for good deeds
Such promise in that child, like a garden without weeds
    
    He had family, he had love, he had God on his side
    But it wasn’t enough, and he was able to hide
    The hole in his heart deep inside

No one could explain, no one knew where to start
How could one with such joy, have a hole in his heart?

So what can we do? If we’ve a big empty space
Tell someone who’ll hold us close, in their hearts we’ll find a place

    Where’s there’s family, where there’s love, where there’s God on our side
    Maybe it will be enough to fill the dark space we hide
    Fill the hole in our hearts deep inside

    We’’ll have family, we’ll have love, we’ll have God on our side
    And we’ll pray that it is enough to fill the dark space we hide
    Fill the hole in our hearts deep inside

Sarah Goslee Reed

Story

From a mission trip to Harts, WVa in the town of Big Ugly, by the creek of the same name, came this song. It was anything but ugly.

Lyrics

CHORUS:
    We will plant
    Plant our garden
    Turn the ground
    Into plenty
    We will plant
    Plant our garden
    And from one
    There will be twenty

Reach our hands up toward heaven
Touch the blue and blazing sky
Gently walk through the forest
Brush the branches of trees so high

CHORUS

Breathe the sweet air of the mountains
Feel the rain upon our face
Join our hands at the table
Share our harvest with love and grace

CHORUS ...
And from one we’ll all have plenty!


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