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Bethel Live: Here Is Love (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Where You Go I Go: Live from Bethel Church Redding (Jenn Johnson) · Be Lifted High: Live Worship from Bethel Church (Hutchinson, Hutch) · One Thing Remains (Default) · Juggling the Thing of a Thing of a Thing (Michael Whitmore) · One Day Remains (Alter Bridge) · One Day Remains (Alter Bridge) · One Day Remains (Alter Bridge) · One Day Remains (Alter Bridge) · The Music Remains The Same (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


things remain in God.
All things remain in God.

I had wild Jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do

I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
summer days by cool waterfalls,
Like the music we hear,
Those things we'll always hold dear,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
Music must be a lady
The way it makes me love to me
Me, you, music, music,
I'm so amazed by your choice of melodies that you used on me
Lady
summer days by cool waterfalls,
Like the music we hear,
Those things we'll always hold dear,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
Like an old fashioned waltz,
as it's grooving

Makes me laugh
Makes me smile all the while
Whenever I'm with you, girl

While we dance, make romance
I'm enchanted by the
Things
love every part
A song, you're like a song
Happiness today is just a song away, just a song

I love your music, baby
I don't worry 'bout a thing
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do

I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do

I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said
of falling and calling your name out 
These are the roots of rhythm 
And the roots of rhythm remain 

In early memory 
Mission music 
Was ringing 'round
zoo-music girl

my body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
we spend our live in a box full
right
See you through your dark of night
I will stand by your side
I can hold the rising time

Fall back to the one thing
One thing that remains
Fall back
knew you were around and understood.
I was reaching out each moment to be free.
You were all those things I'd never be.

Gentle music, rock away
zoo-music girl zoo-music girl 

my body is a monster driven insane
my heart is a fish toasted by flames
I kiss the hem of her skirt
we spend our live in
the dream of falling and calling your name out 
These are the roots of rhythm 
And the roots of rhythm remain 

In early memory 
Mission music 
Was
Just like music, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, oh baby
Just like music

To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my
Hey music lover
Hey music lover
Don't wanna be no social drag by playin guitar
Hey music lover
I just wanna sing to you
Cos playin' dead is hard
gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you

When our
Zephyr and I stand out on West End Avenue
Talking about the things that all of us used to do

And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain
we dance make romance
I'm enchanted by the things that you do

I love music, sweet sweet music
Long as it's swinging, all the joy that it's bringing
soaring
It might have been
The sea...and there
Was music.

Deep in the wild heart
Nothing ever changes
Deep in the wild heart
Nothing remains.

A place
your music tonight

I saw her by the organ
She was laughing while pressing the keys
She said my favourite book was dirty and
You should not show you
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
by.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie.
And I am once again with you
When our love