Lisa Hannigan – Passenger

Music is Therapy


Lyrics
It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you Be of good cheer It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year It’s the hap -happiest season of all With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings When friends come to call It’s the hap – happiest season of all There’ll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow There’ll be scary ghost stories Andtales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year There’ll be much mistltoeing And hearts will be glowing When love ones are near It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

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Brandi Carlile – River – Joni Mitchell Cover Joni Mitchell Kennedy Center Honors Help Me Tribute to Joni Mitchell Joni Mitchell was recognized on December 5 at 2021’s Kennedy Center Honors ceremony, where the decorated singer-songwriter’s work was interpreted by an array of artists. One such collaboration saw Brittany Howard and Herbie Hancock perform “Both Sides Now” together. Taken from 1969’s Clouds, “Both Sides Now” fittingly finds Mitchell observing, “I really don’t know clouds at all.” Though Howard and Hancock are both celebrated in their own fields—Howard on vocals and Hancock on keys—they cede the stage to Mitchell’s timeless lyrics. The pair each turn in understated performances, keeping Mitchell’s songwriting the focus of attention. Hancock—who himself was honored at Washington, D.C.’s Kennedy Center in 2013—contributed to a re-recording of “Both Sides Now” on Mitchell’s 2000 album of the same name. In addition to Howard and Hancock, the evening also saw tributes from Ellie Goulding, Norah Jones, and Brandi Carlile. Goulding tackled one of Mitchell’s most iconic compositions, “Big Yellow Taxi“, Jones turned in a medley of songs including “Help Me”, and Carlile staged the Christmas song “River”. Source: Live For Live Music http://www.etsy.com/shop/messnessie

lyrics
You and i both know
Tthere is nothing more to say
Chance has shut her shining eyes
Aand turned her face away
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday and i think you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
Feel too heavy to hold
Snow fallin’
I try to keep from callin’
Watch the spring turn to winter
Fireflies all frozen
the seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
Been searching for your eyes
All I see is blue sky and that old man beats his crooked cane it’s time to let go leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i bet you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask you and I could see into the same eternity every second brimming with a majesty kiss so sweet so fine you could hear the music inside my mind and you showed me a place i’ll find even when i’m old just leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i hope you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask

lyrics
You and i both know
Tthere is nothing more to say
Chance has shut her shining eyes
Aand turned her face away
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday and i think you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
Feel too heavy to hold
Snow fallin’
I try to keep from callin’
Watch the spring turn to winter
Fireflies all frozen
the seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
Been searching for your eyes
All I see is blue sky and that old man beats his crooked cane it’s time to let go leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i bet you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask you and I could see into the same eternity every second brimming with a majesty kiss so sweet so fine you could hear the music inside my mind and you showed me a place i’ll find even when i’m old just leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i hope you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask



