AND MAN SHALL BE BORNWritten & Composed By Michael WoodheadCopyright 1969, 2021
AND MAN SHALL BE BORN Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1969, 2021
As the years and Time roll by This living life on Earth will die The world itself shall fall asleep Until a new-sprung morn When the lands shall be torn And Man shall be born
As the seas roll on the shore This Earth shall live with life once more And everything shall be anew The Earth shall be adorned With new trees, and flowered corn And Man shall be born
But, until that coming day We shall have to live this way That Man may live in peace Till on that golden morn The Earth shall be reborn And Man shall be born
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ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER NIGHT Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1966, 2021
Another day, another night And still no sight of you Another may, and I might Have another fight with you
Another day, another night My dreams they might come true In darkest day, or brightest night What am I to do?
CHORUS: Though I miss you so You never should have gone Down through the passing years Another love has come and gone
[Musical Verse & Chorus]
Another day, another night I'm a strange sight when I think of you Others say that I might Reunite one night with you
CHORUS: Though I miss you so You never should have gone Down through the passing years Another love has come and gone
Another day, another night And still no sight of you Another may, and I might Have another fight with you Want to reunite with you But, I don't know what to do
AND NO BIRDS SING Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1968, 2021
Nothing is left but a dead, charred world There are no flowers, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing
Nothing remains but a wearied Earth There are no fauna, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing
SPOKEN: Oh how I miss them—the sweet songs of birds The nightingales' tunes to the silvery moons
Nothing is seen but a dead, burned world There are no women, there are no men There really is nothing and no birds sing
TOUCH MY BODY Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1972, 2021
SPOKEN: This is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh; She shall be called Wo-man because she was taken out of Man...
Put out your hand And feel the land O you can stand On treasured sand And touch my body My love, my fair delight Lily of the valley
Lift up your eyes And see the skies O know what ties Full truth and lies Beneath the skies above Lily of the Valley My Rose of Sharon
[Musical Verse]
Bone of my bone Flesh of my flesh Wo-man and Man Here, in this land And touch my body Lily of the Valley My Rose of Sharon