Bob Davoli

Wind and Water

You know that I love the wind and the water 
Silence lay heavy in the heart of my soul 
Where the river bends, birch trees ache 
In the far-off distance, I hear the bells toll 
  
Like a mushroom that blossoms in the dark 
Living with your solitude will guide you to the light 
If you must ask what’s the meaning of life 
Surely, you will never know 
  
What’s done in darkness always comes to light 
You know that I know what you have done 
Wrestling with your demons in the heat of the night 
I know that you’re craving a strange glow 
  
Like a mushroom that blossoms in the dark 
Living with your solitude will guide you to the light 
If you must ask what’s the meaning of life 
Surely, you will never know 
  
Sweet and sour sadness is your sole companion 
You can’t wash off your loneliness, surrender to it 
I know that you need to make peace with your dreams 
You say you’re not leaving but just arriving 
  
Please come home before the embers turn to ashes 
Before your heart forgets how to touch another heart 
Please won’t you let me feel your body heat 
Until the dark nudges the dawn awake 
  
Like a mushroom that blossoms in the dark 
Living with your solitude will guide you to the light 
If you must ask what’s the meaning of life 
Surely, you will never know 
If you must ask what’s the meaning of life 
Surely, you will never know

Hope

I still smell the orange blossoms 
In your honey-colored hair 
I still feel you next to me 
Though you’re nowhere near 
  
Even falling stars twinkle 
Through the pitch-black night 
Even the saddest bluesy notes 
Make me feel all right 
  
Every time I think of you 
I smile through my tears 
Lonesome sparrows sing sad songs, yet 
Silence all my fears 
  
Do not cry when acorns fall 
A million trees are born 
Though you are nowhere near 
I am not forlorn 
  
Though you are nowhere near 
I am not forlorn

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

by David Mann and Bob Hilliard

In the wee small hours of the morning 
While the whole wide world is fast asleep 
You lie awake and think about the girl 
And never, ever think of counting sheep 
  
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson 
You'd be hers if only she would call 
In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss her most 
  
When the sun is high in the afternoon sky 
You can always find something to do 
But from dusk ‘til dawn as the clock ticks on 
Something happens to you 
  
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson 
You'd be hers if only she would call 
In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss her most of all

Memories of You

Memories of you linger 
Lovingly in my heart 
Like rainbows kissing clouds 
  
My life is a long day's 
Journey into night 
Searching for tomorrow 
  
But I try not to let my teardrops 
Fall too far from my heart 
And I try not to stare 
Down the barrel of middle-age burnout 
  
I'm looking for 
A glass slipper filled with wine 
And a high-heeled Skyline 
  
You live in a world of hurricanes 
I look for shelter 
From, your wretched storm 
  
But I try not to let my teardrops 
Fall too far from my heart 
And I try not to stare 
Down the barrel of middle-age burnout 
  
Rivers of sorrow 
Etched into your face 
Chiseled from a lie 
Drowning in despair 
  
Nothing grows 
But the hole in your heart 
Without any trace 
Of a lyric poem 
  
But I try not to let my teardrops 
Fall too far from my heart 
And I try not to stare 
Down the barrel of middle-age burnout 
  
And I try not to stare 
Down the barrel of middle-age burnout 

Living in the Shadows

Hey baby if you live in the shadows too long 
You’ll never feel the sunshine 
You’ll never hear the kiss of a wind chime 
  
If you keep on looking for a bottomless glass 
Your loneliness will never pass 
You’ll never drink the morning dew 
  
But it’s never too late to let the light in 
Warm your sunken soul 
Water your dried-up heart 
And give life a go 
  
You’ve been swimming upstream for too long 
Drowning in an old torch song 
Wondering why everything feels so wrong 
  
Oh, I can hear a singing waterfall 
Where the ponderosas grow tall 
Wildflowers dance and drench the air 
  
But it’s never too late to let the light in 
Warm your sunken soul 
Water your dried-up heart 
And give life a go 
  
Tonight, the melancholy moon rises 
Lights up a pitch-black sky 
Dawn is here, now it’s time to fly 
  
Hey baby if you live in the shadows too long 
You’ll never feel the sunshine 
You’ll never hear the kiss of a wind chime 
No, you’ll never hear the kiss of a wind chime

Is It I for Whom the Bell Tolls?

All my dreams are black and blue 
Oh, these lonely nights I rue  
You’ll never know how much I loved you so  
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls  
  
Bucolic dancers wrapped in moon glow  
Lovers’ rhythms ebb and flow  
Meadow flowers fragrant in her hair  
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls 
  
Sated lovers sleep so deep 
In their dreams they never weep 
And they never need to count sheep  
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls 
  
Sunlight warms their weary eyes 
Nudged awake by deep blue skies 
Love aromas linger in the air 
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls  
  
Dark clouds gather overhead 
Oh, my heart is full of dread 
Is it I she does not want to wed?  
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls 
  
Yellow-eyed daisies drench the air 
Will my hope become despair? 
She loves me she loves me not 
Oh, my darling where did you go 
You stole away my soul 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls 
Is it I for whom the bell tolls 
It is I for whom the bell tolls