Eugene Mattingly

When evening time has come
toils of the day are done
watch the setting sun
change the face of the sky
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On the great stage of life
the final throes of summer
wildflowers survived
lay wind-beaten and burned
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Guide me Lord,
that your light may shine,
to bring forth to others
your words not mine
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I remember a place long ago
it was there that I could see
that love and beauty was all around
the warmth of friendship - how you cared
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I didn't know it at the time,
but living in Durant - was just fine,
as close to heaven as you could get,
the times we had I can't forget.
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This is the future, it is here at last,
it was a long time coming but it was a blast,
I love to dream about things gone by,
but to do it again - makes my heart sigh.
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Born on the prairie raised on a farm
chickens pecking in the dirt
hogs slopping in the mud
the smell of peaches as the wind
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As I gaze out my window
and see what time has done
I remember some faces
but not everyone.
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I remember you
and the times that we had
the things we shared
and how we cared
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Someone yelled lets go on a picnic
boredom had filled the air there
was an escape we all knew well
get your swim trunks or old blue jeans
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The wind blows freely across the plain
her motives hidden from our sight
but she knows what must be done
to bring along the needed rain
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Like a stream that flows
all of life passes by
and the tears of joy
and the tears of pain
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My youth, where have you gone?
were you as sweet as you seem?
will you never return?
Must I only dream?
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Your the gleam in my eye
the reason I rise in the morn
a light, deep in the shadows
for this reason I was born
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It's raining in my heart
the drops are falling,
falling from my eyes
the pain to wash away
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How do I know what's real and
what pretends to be real;
where does the answer lie,
and how often does it excite
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