1. AS THE SHADOWS GROW LONG, PART I

As evening approaches
And shadows grow long
My thoughts drift to times past
Of family and friends
Youth that never ends
In a memory no one ever grows old

How I miss that childhood bliss
To be young, naive and sinless
Realities cost is innocence lost
When nightmares are no longer dreams

Just as summer's shade
Becomes autumnal shadows
A place that once gave comfort
Now renders me so cold

And just as the only constant is change
I gain solace knowing the one
Who transcends every age

As evening has passed
And the shadows are gone
My thoughts drift to tomorrow
Of family and friends
A new day will begin
Full of joy and sorrow

How I miss that childhood bliss
To be young, naive and sinless
Realities cost is innocence lost
When nightmares are no longer dreams


2. HANDS TO THE PLOW

We all have acquired
What seem to us dreams
Of joyous occasions
And needful things

Our hearts desire
A quest to gather so much more
Never content with the present
But what life has in store

Or old lang syne's our passion
Nostalgic adoration
Our lives were better yesteryears
Looking into the past
Mourning a half empty glass

Yet I have found treasure
Living in the now
Knowing a divine purpose
With my hands to the plow

For we aren't promised tomorrow
And there's no reliving days of yore
To be constantly in the holy presence
'Tis what this life is truly for

Yet I have found treasure
Living in the now
Knowing a divine purpose
With my hands to the plow


3. AS THE SHADOWS GROW LONG, PART II

(Instrumental)