Beautiful Things (Slowed Down) - Benson Boone

Beautiful things are comin' my way Beautiful things, I want them to stay But after a while my beautiful things Don't seem beautiful at all Terrible things like when you wake up And all of your dreams seem to crack up Like things you have done Like breakin' my heart For you don't seem terrible at all Is there someone I can talk to? Someone on the line? Does anybody want to hear what's on my mind? Beautiful things like leaves on a tree Beautiful things, the sky and the sea Since you've been gone no beautiful things Seem beautiful to me Is there someone I can talk to? Someone out there on the line? Does anybody want to hear what's on my mind? Make the grass grow in the garden When the rain is passin' by Does anybody want to know What's on my mind?

All this pain I wonder if I'll ever find my way? I wonder if my life could really change at all? All this earth Could all that is lost ever be found? Could a garden come up from this ground at all? You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of the dust You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of us All around Hope is springing up from this old ground Out of chaos life is being found in You You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of the dust You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of us Oh, you make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of the dust You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of us You make me new, You are making me new You make me new, You are making me new Making me new You make beautiful things (You make me new) You make beautiful things out of the dust (You are making me new, making me new) You make beautiful things (You make me new) You make beautiful things out of us (You are making me new, making me new) Oh, you make beautiful things (You make me new) You make beautiful things out of the dust (You are making me new, making me new) You make beautiful things You make beautiful things out of the dust You make me new, You are making me new You make me new, You are making me new

For a while there it was rough But lately I've been doin' better Than the last four cold Decembers I recall And I see my family every month I found a girl my parents love She'll come and stay the night And I think I might have it all And I thank God every day For the girl he sent my way But I know the things he gives me He can take away Oh and I hold you every night And that's a feeling I wanna get used to But there's no man as terrified As the man who stands to lose you Oh, I hope I don't lose you Mmm Please stay I want you I need you Oh God don't take These beautiful things that I've got Please stay I want you I need you Oh God don't take These beautiful things that I've got Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Please don't take I found my mind I'm feelin' sane It's been a while but I'm finding my faith If everything's good and it's great Why do I sit and wait 'til it's gone? Oh I'll tell ya I know I've got enough I've got peace and I've got love But I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all Please stay I want you I need you Oh God don't take These beautiful things that I've got Oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Please stay I want you I need you Oh God I need These beautiful things that I've got

If once in your life, you wish you were someone else If once in your life, you thought there was no way out If once in your life, you like to save yourself Realize, somehow there are beautiful things We lie to ourselves and hope it will come undone We bleed just the same and think we're the only one's So find with the truth, you'll win Just be yourself, just be yourself Somehow we are beautiful things Somehow we are beautiful things Is a man allowed to feel this happy, in a world that seems so sad Play me your violins and sing me your love song There's a fear in true love, there's no fear anymore No more, no more, no more, no more, just fine Somehow we are beautiful things Dance with me, and sing with me To the sounds when we make love Somehow those are beautiful things Yeah Fantasies and reveries are, i the way Picasso paints Somehow those are beautiful things Your God is a beautiful thing Our world is a beautiful thing Our mind is a beautiful thing Our bodies are beautiful things And colors and wonders are, beautiful things Our voices are, your voices are, our voices are our vocies just sing Just sing Just sing, your song If once in your life you wish you were someone else If once in your life you thought there was no way out Just find with the truth, you'll win Just be yourself, just be yourself Somehow we are beautiful things Somehow we are beautiful things Somehow we are beautiful things Somehow we are beautiful

For a while there it was rough But lately, I've been doin' better Than the last four cold Decembers I recall And I see my family every month I found a girl my parents love She'll come and stay the night And I think I might have it all And I thank God every day For the girl he sent my way But I know the things he gives me He can take away And I hold you every night That's a feeling I wanna get used to But there's no man as terrified As the man who stands to lose you Oh, I hope I don't lose you Mm Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Please don't take I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane It's been a while, but I'm finding my faith If everything's good and it's great Why do I sit and wait 'til it's gone? Oh, I'll tell ya, I know I've got enough I've got peace and I've got love But I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God Don't take These beautiful things that I've got Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Please stay I want you, I need you, oh God I need These beautiful things that I've got

City Sidewalks Busy Sidewalks Dressed in Holiday Style In the Air There's a Feeling of Christmas Children Laughing People Passing Meeting Smile After Smile And On Every Street Corner You'll Hear Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Soon It Will Be Christmas Day

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white (I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know) Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...

Boone had a colt and a frying pan A quarter horse, American Half a heart, fully a man And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes To fill the hole and mask his pride Though his mother said that the way of life Was ever better in a poor man's mind But Boone found that he had no peace Licking the dirt and kicking the streets Till he gambled a cent and came back with three Bad bad Boone became a thief No good could be found in Boone No Robin Hood and no whistled tune To the guilt of God he was immune As that cursed greed just grew and grew He had no wife, no boundary line No cowboy code or moral sight No child that he wouldn't fight No widow safe from the cheatin' lies What hurt another, ain't hurt him He'd do anything for a pretty little gem A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim Rich in pocket, poor in love His soul went down and the money went up He died before he could fill his cup And what a pointless life that was Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back From dust he came and that's what lasts Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass The rich the poor, both withered grass Here lays Boone, so fully man Forgotten on his piece of land And buried with his frying pan And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan