Monthly Archives: December 2013

New Audio: Thru Me Thru you

Here is an audio recording of the latest song I wrote, Through Me Through You – Scroll down  for the lyrics…

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I was born on a Thursday
it was a rainy day.
God smiled from Heaven above,
but clouds got in the way.

Life’s a silly path you see,
is what my momma said.
Find your love where you think you can
and give it all you am….

Johnny don’t you leave me,
you’re my son so proud,
give it everything you’ve got,
and sing your life out loud…..

Pitter patter raindrops,
fell on my path,
Pitter patter raindrops,
took my momma back.

God can you see me now?
Through the rainy clouds?
Can you tell me if I did it?
Did I make my momma proud?

Pitter patter raindrops,
got a child of my own…..
Looking down upon her gaze
is like seed momma sewn…

Child just listen to this,
if nothing more,
Sing your life as loud as you can
and know I’m at your door.

Love isn’t always what you see,
neither what you feel,
sometimes it’s the wind in your hair,
that once passed through me.

God can you see me now?
Through the rainy clouds?
Can you tell me if I did it, Lord?
Did I make my momma proud?
Did I make my momma proud?
yeah,
……. did I make momma proud?

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The Wind Trhough Me Through You

I was born on a Thursday
it was a rainy day.
God smiled from Heaven above,
but clouds got in the way.

Life’s a silly path you see,
is what my momma said.
Find your love where you think you can
and give it all you am….

Johnny don’t you leave me,
you’re my son so proud,
give it everything you’ve got,
and sing your life out loud…..

Pitter patter raindrops,
fell on my path,
Pitter patter raindrops,
took my momma back.

God can you see me now?
Through the rainy clouds?
Can you tell me if I did it?
Did I make my momma proud?

Pitter patter raindrops,
got a child of my own…..
Looking down upon her gaze
is like seed momma sewn…

Child just listen to this,
if nothing more,
Sing your life as loud as you can
and know I’m at your door.

Love isn’t always what you see,
neither what you feel,
sometimes it’s the wind in your hair,
that once passed through me.

God can you see me now?
Through the rainy clouds?
Can you tell me if I did it, Lord?
Did I make my momma proud?
Did I make my momma proud?
yeah,
……. did I make momma proud?
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© 2013 John Allen Richter