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  1. Stare
  2. Little Boy Gone
  3. Crossing the Bar
  4. What Do You Get
  5. Simple Things
  6. Shenandoah

© 2019 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz

Tracking and mastering by Chris Jackson, mixing and additional engineering by Taylor Bess, Blue Sprocket Sound, Harrisonburg, Virginia

Artwork by Bonita Stutzman

Thanks to Jim Cole for counsel and support

This project is made possible, in part, through a grant from Arts Council of the Valley.

Lyrics:

Stare
© 2019 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz

Sometimes you’ve got to stare the devil in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to stare the devil in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to face your devils
Stare them straight in the face.

Sometimes you’ve got to look your maker in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to look your maker in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to face your maker
Look him right in the face.

You’ve got to roam in the valley
It’s a lonely valley
Narrow and winding,
Steep and dark.

Sometimes you’ve got to stare yourself in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to stare yourself in the face
Sometimes you’ve got to face yourself
Stare yourself in the face

I’m just a squatter on this acre and three quarters of land
I’m just a rider on this afternoon one-way train
I’ve got a nickel and a hand out
My hand’s out for a friend.

Little Boy Gone
© 2015 by Christopher Clymer Kurtz

Where’re you going, little boy, Where’re you going?
Where’re you going, little boy, gone?

Rain keeps falling, little boy
Pathway’s muddy, little boy
Puddles splashing, little boy
Sun keeps shining, little boy

Bells need ringing, little boy
Songs need singing, little boy
Hills need climbing, little boy
Sun keeps shining, little boy

Here’s your bag, your shoes
While your skies are blue
Sunshine, higher ground
Call the thunder down

There you go, little boy, there you go
There you go, little boy, gone.

Simple Things
© 2017 by Christopher Clymer Kurtz

Whispering pine trees, chuckling cool streams, harmonies
Little melodies to catch from the front porch in the breeze

Simple things, simple pleasures, too complex to measure
Smooth out those ruffled feathers
Run so fast, when you fall, you fly
straight home to a lullaby

Bread in the toaster, tea on a coaster, like it black, no cream
Music in the air you breathe, the mystery of steam

And morning comes, you fly away
It’s what you live for ‘til the end of every day.