Oh, I wish I was a farmer,
And this year’s crop was strong
With silo’s overflowing.
Gonna last all winter long.
I’d have money in my pockets.
I’d have plans I hadn’t told.
They’d say everything he touches turns to gold.

Chorus:
In this town they’re gonna cheer you
If they like the way your sing
They’ll tell you, “You are gifted boy.”
But it doesn’t mean a thing.
Cause the gifted ones are mowing fields
I didn’t know to plow.
And all the seeds I planted
Should be growing now.

The autumn sure is pretty.
Morning colors burn and glow.
But they make me think of harvest
And what I haven’t got to show
‘Cause the shadow just get longer
As the sunset brings the cold.
And everything it touches turns to gold.

Chorus

Every tree up on the mountain
Burns a color all it’s own.
But you couldn’t see the fire
Till the summer green is gone.
Now they blaze in fading glory,
And they mourn the coming cold
As everything it touches turns to gold.

Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright 2000 Desperate Heart Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

Pick your nose on this side of the border.
Pick your nose in the good `ole USA.
Get it all out while you can
Cause once you step off that van,
You risk catching an intestinal disorder.
Pick your nose on this side of the border.

Pick your nose on this side of the border.
Pick your nose before you cross that Rio Grand.
Oh, dig in now, if you must
Cause once you get off that bus,
Los Amoebas will infest you in short order.
Pick your nose on this side of the border.

Pick your nose on this side of the border.
Do your mining underneath the stars and stripes.
Yes, it’s sure to be more fun
After working in the sun
When your buggars have baked hard like bricks and mortar.
And your nose-hairs have recoiled and become shorter.
If you want, go on and blow a big rip-snorter
But please, pick your nose on this side of the border.

Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright 1993 Desperate Heart Music Co. (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.

Chorus

When I get tired. He gives me rest.
So I will trust in Him and do my best.
He is the carpenter. He has a plan
For humble hearts and willing hands.

Chorus
Chorus

Written by Jim Weber.
(c) Copyright July 23, 1997 Desperate Heart Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

He who brings out the starry host
And calls them each by name.
Because of his power and mighty strength
Not one of them is missing.

Chorus

Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Lord is everlasting.
He created the ends of the earth
With endless understanding.

Chorus

When I consider the works of your hands
And how you care for me,
I say stars may shine, but who am I
That you crown me with such glory?

Chorus
Chorus

By Jim Weber & Billy Luz Sprague
(c) Copyright February 3, 1994 Centergy Music Group (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.

Chorus:
If tears were words
I’d be saying I miss you
And if tears were words,
Then I’m sure you would know
All the things that I didn’t say,
Afraid they might sound absurd.
And i’d be saying, –I love you,” now,
If tears were words.

I see you waving good-bye like a little child,
And I wish I could hold you.
I’d whisper words in your ear that would make you smile,
Things i should have told you.
I see your eyes looking back at me.
I pray that somehow you knew.
I wave good-bye, and then I think I see
That maybe you’re crying too. (and…)

Chorus (you)
Chorus (we)

Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright June 29, 1997 Desperate Heart Music Co. (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.

Home isn’t just another place where you can go.
It’s a fire on a dark night and a hand that you can hold
With arms that reach around you like a shelter for your soul
To tell you you don’t have to be alone.
You can drive ten thousand miles and still be home.

Anna wakes when the sun comes up.
Drinks her coffee from a broken cup.
Reads her Bible and starts to pray
By thanking Jesus for one more day.
She knows he’s gonna get her through just fine.
She’s got her family and her peace of mind.
She’s got a hope in the hard times
That He’ll come for her someday.
And He’l say…

Home isn’t just another place where you can go.
It’s a fire on a dark night and a hand that you can hold
With arms that reach around you like a shelter for your soul
To tell you you don’t have to be alone.
You can drive ten thousand miles and still be home.

Maybe this ain’t paradise
But, baby, it ain’t hell.
There must be something in a hard life
To make her learn to live so well.
Cause all the seeds that she’s been sowing
Will bring a harvest where she’s going.
I’m talking `bout…

Home isn’t just another place where you can go.
It’s a fire on a dark night and a hand that you can hold
With arms that reach around you like a shelter for your soul
To tell you you don’t have to be alone.
You can drive ten thousand miles and still be home.

Tag:
We’re going home. We’re going home.
We’ll see her when we get there. Going home.
And all her needs are met there. Going home.

Written by Jim Weber
(c) Copyright June 22, 1995 Centergy Music Group (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

I don’t know what wind may blow,
So I won’t build on sand.
Bet my life on Jesus Christ,
And on that rock I stand.
Blue skies come to everyone.
We just can’t get enough.
But when those gray days come along
You find out what you’re made of

Chorus

There will be a test for me
To purify my soul
To burn off these impurities
Until I shine like gold
I’m to be his temple
With a living sacrifice
My heart will be the altar
And I’ll worship with my life

Chorus

Jesus (Gonna build my life on you)
Is my foundation. (Gonna build my life on you)

Written by Jim Weber.
(c) Copyright August 29, 1996 Desperate Heart Music (ASCAP).

Chorus:
And your truth is like a fire (Holy truth burn in me)
Draw me close lord, I believe (Draw me close. I believe.)
And I will burn with this desire (Ooh…)
Until you build that fire in me
(You’re gonna build that fire in me.)
(Ooh, youêre gonna build that fire in me.)

I am looking for a candle
Just a beacon I can hold
For the ones who wait in darkness
For someone to light their souls

Chorus

Written by Jim Weber.
(c) Copyright 1996 Desperate Heart Music Co. (ASCAP). All rights Reserved.

You started building. You just couldn’t wait.
You spent the whole day tryin’ to pound a nail straight.
You made it level. It was harder than it seemed.
You wish you worked that hard putting on the sun-screen.

Chorus

Out on the worksite it’s so hot you can faint.
Some like to hammer. Some like to paint.
No matter what you do or what your gift may be,
You will get sick unless you drink until you (you know)

Chorus

Paint on your faces, your hands, and your mouth,
Somehow you managed to get paint on your house.
Paint on your bodies dries as hard as a rock.
Why scrub it off when you have perminant sun-block?

Chorus

She drank her fill. Then it was time to go.
But then that bus-ride back was painfully slow.
Waiting at the border can be pretty tough
Once you find out there ain’t no bano on the bus!

Chorus
Chorus

(c) Copyright June 12, 1988 Meadowgreen Music Co. (ASCAP)\Desperate Heart Music Co. (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved.

THERE’S NO SUICIDAL SENSATION.
THERE’S NO SENSE OF DANGER AT ALL
JUST A VISION OF EARTH MOVING CLOSER
AS SHE REACHES OUT AND CATCHES HER OWN FALL.

CHORUS:
SHE HAS WINGS. SHE CAN FLY.
IT’S A LONG WAY DOWN,
BUT SHE WAS BORN TO SWEEP THE SKY.
THERE MAY BE A FEAR OF FALLING,
BUT HOPE IS A POWERFUL THING.
HER HEART CAN HEAR IT CALLING.
AND SHE HAS WINGS.

SHE THINKS OF THE ONES WHO WOULD JOIN HER
AND WONDERS AT THE ONES WHO ARE AFRAID.
DID THEY GIVE IN TO FEAR AND TURN FAITHLESS?
DID THEIR SAFETY NET TURN INTO A CAGE?

SHE SWIMS ON THE WIND SPREAD BENEATH HER.
SHE DANCES THE ARC AND THE DIVE.
HER COURAGE, LIKE PRAYER, SOARS THROUGH HEAVEN,
BELIEVING IT’S GOOD TO BE ALIVE.

CHORUS

CHORUS

Written by Jim Weber.
(c) Copyright 1998 Desperate Heart Music Co. (ASCAP). All rights reserved.