There may be no end to makin' those same mistakes again
Nobody can sail your ship
Nobody can guide you in
Some people just keep the hammer down
Never look up 'til they're too old
Never to know the sweet waters flow

You'll hear whispers tellin' lies
About what's wrong and what is right
See a bright light shinin'
But it's cold as night
So look down that yellow brick road
It might glitter but it's not gold
It dosen't go where the sweet waters flow

Around the river's bend, just beyond the rainbow's end
If you don't lose your way you just might go

Away In A Manger

Away In A Manger
Written by Martin Luther and Jonathan E. Spillman

Away in a manger,
No crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing,
The baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes.
I love you, Lord Jesus!
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle
Til morning is nigh.