BOYS FROM LIVERP00L


 From out of England these four were born,

 Back some years ago is what we know.

 In Liverpool, they started on their road to fame,

 They were called the Beatles, remember their name.
                                                                                         
 To sing of love to sing of pain,

 Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

 Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

 These young men of British descent would be with us for
 A while.
 By the name of Paul, on the guitar, he could play,

 With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

 John he was called, to the world he was known,

 With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

 Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

 Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

 On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

 Named Ringo like no other but all four were like 
 brothers.
 Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John 
 Lennon.
          Keith Garrett

                              A 
                        WORLD OF TIME


 From the hands of time to the international 
 Date line,

 We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is 
 Our sand of time.

 Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,


 Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.


 Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to 
 Live and play?

 Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.


 We work about eight hours with what we do,


 Forty hours a week, we're never through.


 Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,


 Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.


 Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,


 Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,


 A world of time, always on the mind.


                     Keith Garrett

                   ADRIFT AT SEA


 No memory have I of how this came to be,


 Lost and alone, just me and the sea.


 Day after day, across endless water,


 Above only sky, and the seagulls that fly.


 Get by do I with only little water and food,


 Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me through.


 In the distance perhaps a dolphin or whale,


 My imagination is running wild.


 Thinking of what's below me scares me some,


 Loneliness is worse, fore nobody listens.


 A dream am I having, or my personal hell,


 Until the end of this,I'll not be able to tell.


 Up ahead, what is it that I see,


 My hope and prayer is answered to me,


 No longer will I be, adrift at sea.

                           Keith Garrett                                             

                     A NEW PARADISE


 I sit back and think of the possibility that 
 We may start again,

 If not here then is there some other place of peace 
 And happiness.

 In the beginning we hear about a garden, it disappeared 
 From us,

 A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing without 
 Trouble on the horizon.

 Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, sounds 
 Of sirens,

 A wonderful island, a new world where we are equal in 
 Every way.

 Money holds no meaning in this paradise home where not 
 A soul walks alone,

 Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this new 
 Paradise where all are friends.

 Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that was learned 
 About many years before,
 A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, a 
 Fantasy not believed.

 Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
 Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

           OVER THE HILL TO A DIFFERENT WORLD


 From yesterday is where I come from, my life is 
 With a wife and child,

 Seeking a new life and possibly a different place 
 Of settling down.

 We are pioneers of the early nineteenth century 
 Traveling across

 The hot desert where there is much hardship, sickness 
 And hunger,

 There's a chance I must take as my son is very sick 
 With fever this day.

 I say goodbye to all in our wagon train for now as I 
 Say perhaps there

 Over the hill I will find help, faith walks with me as 
 I begin my quest

 Over the hill to a different world as I pass over the 
 Top of the ridge.

  Am I dreaming as these impossible things appear before 
 My tired eyes,

 The wagon train is gone, vanished into the air, this 
 Can not be.

 I see traveling machines, music, and that which can not 
 Possibly exist,

 People so different, I'm looked at so strangely as I 
 Tell of my plight.

 My son is sick I say, he's over that hill, a kind woman 
 She was,

 A bottle, something inside, these will make him better 
 I'm told.

 I must go now, I run for the hill, I climb as this world 
 Is not mine,

 At the top I now see again my world and wagon train, I 
 Look back.

 The world I walked into is now gone, only desert I left 
 Behind, my son does not die.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                          
                      BUILD ME A HOUSE




 A place of dreams, I need your help to build me a house,


 This house is to be of strength and hope, power of love.


 Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will contain 
 No hate,

 Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with just 
 One face.

 Build me a house of togetherness, my place of peace shall 
 Begin,

 My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy but 
 In the mind.

 Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling 
 Free,

 Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.


 A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,


 built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,


 Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.


                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
               BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON



 Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,


 A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.


 From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,


 An older brother and of course a loving mother.


 A father of no more but remembered and loved,


 Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.


 No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,


 Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.


 He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,


 He would have to go back home, for now, work the field,


 A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.

                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                           
                    A BOAT LOST



 Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,



 Why does it have no travelers, alone.



 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,



 Where has it been, where does it travel?



 No answers does it give to questions,



 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


                                     Keith Garrett

                       SUNRISE


 Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


 Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.


 The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,


 I walk this way with hope by my side.


 Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


 On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


 Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,


 Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.


 Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,


 A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


 My favorite music from the man from Jersey,


 Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                        Keith Garrett  

                  TO CATCH THE WIND

 Out there free In the early morning light 
 From the sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind 
 Blows across the land.

 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
 Spirit,

 It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


 Miles and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation from 
 Heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch the wind.


                       Keith Garrett