The Songs

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The Light Inside

(words and music, Emily Joy Goldberg)

 

When I was a young girl I saw all the signs

Telling me I was the wrong size.

The cost of the ticket to live my own life

Was to fit in the space carved by their eyes

Leave the false words,

Hold this truth:

We all start with the same spark,

Though it's not always easy to find.  

If you're reaching out in the darkness,

Remember the light that's inside.

If you're told that you're nothing unless you've a child,

If you're told that your worth is in numbers,

If you feel that this life is a race you can lose,

That you have to keep up with the others

Leave the false words

Hold this truth:

We all start with the same spark...

There are some that are lost from the day of their birth

They are told that their life can go nowhere.

They fight to survive, hurt, steal and hide,

They've been sold on the lie that they can't care.

Leave those false words,

Hold this truth:

We all start with the same spark...

When it's anger we feel or revenge or despair,

If we can't see the one there beside us,

Remember the spark in us all at the start,

And let it's light shine there to guide us.

Leave the false words,

Hold this truth:

We all start with the same spark...


 

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Justice, equity and compassion, even if it is inconvenient.  For our communities and for all communities.  

Open the Doors

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

A woman holds her child tightly,

Bound for freedom on a raft. 

We watch our children play in sparkling waves,

Her hope a boat too small by half.

Open the doors, she is my sister,

Open the doors, she is my kin.

Open the doors, she is my sister,

Open the doors, and let them all in.

A man is running from the rifles,

He leads his family from the mines.

We run in place and then we count the miles,

While they are running out of time. 

Open the doors, he is my brother,

Open the doors, he is my kin.

Open the doors, he is my brother,

Open the doors, and let them all in.

A girl is sleeping in the grass,

A boy is sleeping on a stone.

My daughter's sleeping in her nice warm bed,

And they are wandering all alone.

Open the doors, they are our children,

Open the doors, they are our kin.

Open the doors, they are our children,

Open the doors, and let them all in.

A man is weaving fear and hatred,

Keeps saying they should stay away.

"Close all the gates, what's ours is ours to keep!"

But what if there's another way?

Open the doors, she is my sister.

Open the doors, he is my kin.

Open the doors, they are our children,

Open the doors, and let them all in.


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Even though we don't have a creed, our values are radical.  They bring us together, they pull us forward.  I believe that through listening and encouraging us all to grow in our spirituality we are paving the way to a more peaceful world.    

Build This House With Questions

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

We will build this house with questions,

Lay the floor with faith in honest doubt,

As we cherish this one answer:

Not one who comes will be left out.

When we gather for the greater good,

Knowing we are not alone,

Our growing faith is understood,

We will make this house a home.

We will build this house with questions,

Make the door our arms so open wide,

As we cherish this one answer,

All are welcome here inside.

When we gather for the greater good...

We will build this house with questions,

Weave the walls with different paths to grace,

As we cherish this one answer:

All those who come will have a place.

When we gather for the greater good...

 


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It's all about the journey.  

Watch the road

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

If you're looking for the answers, for what's wrong and what's right,

If you're hoping for a clue to the meaning of life,

That's a noble quest, you won't travel alone,

But remember the answers are not written in stone.

     And as you go, watch the road,

     Be sure it leads you in with love.

     As we learn. we'll come to know,

     This is the way our faith will grow.

When the news stops you cold, when you're stuck asking why,

When you start losing hope, wondering why you should even try,

Keep talking, keep reading, keep on listening for what's new.

You'll stay on that path to the mystery of truth.

     And as you go, watch the road,

     Be sure it leads you on with love.

     As we learn, we'll come to know,

     This is the way our faith will grow.

When one speaker shouts they have the only way ahead,

And another's sure exactly how the book should be read,

Makes you wonder how they could disagree,

It's hard to be so certain, and still be free.

     Free to go, but watch the road,

     Be sure it leads you on with love.

     As we learn, we'll come to know,

     This is the way our faith will grow.

 


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Democracy.  Everyone should have a say.  Our governments can be somewhat-to-severely flawed, but we are responsible for participating and helping to make everyone's voice heard.  

Tomorrow is Tuesday

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

Tomorrow is Tuesday, Sara wakes up at 5,

Gets the kids on the bus, gotta punch in on time.

On her way to her second job, pulls out a folded page,

She's got her ballot notes, dreams of a living wage.

She's got just one vote, just like me and you,

If we all show up, just think what we could do.

One and one is two, up to a million strong.

That's house your voice is heard, that's how a new day dawns.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, Anne opens up her eyes.

Looks at a picture, she's trying not to cry.

Buttons up her coat, she's feeling so alone,

She's gonna cast her vote to bring him home.

He's got just one vote, just like me and you,

If we all show up, just think what we could do.

One and one is two, up to a million strong.

That's house your voice is heard, that's how a new day dawns.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, Jack runs the TV ad. 

Thinks his guy can't lose, they shelled out so much cash.

He's fired up, just keep his taxes down.

Thinks he's the righteous one, so sure he owns this town.

He's still got just one vote, just like me and you,

If we all show up, just think what we could do.

One and one is two, up to a million strong.

That's house your voice is heard, that's how a new day dawns.


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Every year at Passover we repeated that none are free until all are free.  This pursuit is shared by many faiths, including UUs.   

Side by Side

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

This life may seem a race

Many long since started.

We all can turn, reach out our hands,

We lose if we are parted.

On our journey to the promised land

We must all walk side by side.

For we cannot cross that blessed line

If we leave one soul behind. 

If our laws set the cruel free,

Lock up the ones who stumble.

We made them, we can change them, too.

Remember to be humble.

On our journey to the promised land...

One school shines clean and bright,

Another's closed and broken.

We must unlock, rebuild them all,

To all must they be open.

On our journey to the promised land...

If the path ahead seems hard,

And fraught with stormy weather,

Take heart for you are not alone,

We'll make it there together.

On our journey to the promised land...


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We are part of the earth we live in.  We cannot thrive if we do not remember and honor our place in this circle.   

Let it Run

(WORDS AND MUSIC, EMILY JOY GOLDBERG)

 

I walked down to the river, set my eyes upon the bank,

Sought to lift my spirit, but my heart sank.

"This water is poisoned, keep out," I read.

I turned away, I bowed my head.

That river isn't yours, that river isn't mine,

Its been running through these hills such a long long time.

If we let it run, if we handle it with care,

It will serve us well. Make this our prayer:

Let it run, let it run,

Run forever, let it run.

I went down to the mountain, set my sights upon the top.

A big red sign warned me to stop.

The top of this mountain will be blown away

To burn some coal for one more day.

That mountain isn't yours, that mountain isn't mine,

Its been rising from these hills such a long long time.

If we let it rise, if we handle it with care,

It will serve us well. Make this our prayer:

Let it rise, let it rise,

Let it run, let it run,

Run forever, let it run. 

I walked down to the forest, set my feet upon the path.

I should have known it couldn't last.

The sign said "these trees will be cut down."

I fell on my knees on that sacred ground.

That forest isn't yours, that forest isn't mine,

Its been growing o'er these hills such a long long time.

If we let it grow, if we handle it with care,

It will serve us well. Make this our prayer:

Let it grow, let it grow,

 Let it rise, let it rise,

Let it run, let it run,

Run forever, let it run.