firstfruits

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This humble collection of songs is a “hello", of sorts. Much time and thought has gone into the crafting of these songs and I have many more to follow. I tender this free of charge; however, if you are able to help me by paying even as little as $10 for this body of work it would help fund future releases. I hope you enjoy these first fruits and will follow along with me for all that is yet to come.

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released May 8, 2016

All songs written, performed and recorded by Adam Black.

Album artwork by Nicholas Stevenson.

Guest Musicians:
Vocals: Alice Green, Emily & Lucy Harland
Clarinet: Joe Hall
Bass: Josh Ahmed

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pilgrims, we Seattle, Washington

each of us is prone to wander while we are here abroad. and
whatever which way we wonder (be it all for gain or blunder),
still holes in hearts point, pining after all we can’t quite know.
onwards! upwards! ever fonder we grow! never dimmer
but refining all our brilliance, chasing that Light.

and so we sing. songs for hope; for joy.
for all of us our wayward, journeying on.
going home.
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Track Name: everything sad will come untrue
“o, it hurts, it hurts,” i cried,
“all this growing up is getting old…
my heart is wax, my bones are dry,
Shepherd come and fetch me to the fold!”

run, run, River! shape this stubborn stone!
i’ll crumble like clay unless Your mercy shows.

“be still and know, take heart,” He said,
“clearer; stunning; soon the sun will shine!
for where you go, I first have tread and
brighter in the darkness looms the light.

faith, faith, child!
see how you’ve been blessed!
o, come to Me, you weary, I’ll give you rest.”

like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves;
o, come to the fountain to dance where He breathes.
like trumpets and harps and every jubilant song;
the last tear has fallen and sorrow has gone.
when all things are made new,
everything sad will come untrue!

rejoice, rejoice! arise, proclaim!
awake, my heart and sing, o sing, my soul!
for salvation knows no other name!
Lord Jesus, give me strength that i’d be bold.

what comes tomorrow can worry for itself.
till coming Glory i’ve hope, i’ve You, my Help.

like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves;
o, come to the fountain to dance where He breathes.
like trumpets and harps and every jubilant song;
the last tear has fallen and sorrow has gone.
when all things are made new,
everything sad will come untrue!
Track Name: deep the valleys
deep the valleys i’ve assailed
beleaguered in the darkened veil.
fierce and frail from failing fights,
when i glimpsed that distant light.

my lonesome roads,
careworn yet (somehow) untravelled,
unraveling a baffling, familiar view
recasted on account of having you.

what adventure now, my friend;
how high the heights that we’ll ascend?
whence will spring our vistas new?
lead and I will follow you.

still, sometimes
i get disquieted and anxious but,
unvanquished i hang this burden by
knowing nothing worth a whistle goes untried.

i don’t know what lies ahead,
what tricks and traps wait where i’ll tread.
through thick and thin and come what may,
in every trouble still you've stayed.

chanceless strides
bounding towards all that's uncertain.
averting the worst winds, bracing through,
for the love that sends me chasing after you...
Track Name: somewhere to come home to
i’ve been places plenty times,
i’ve travelled all around but,
in all the wheres i’ve yet to
find a place to settle down.
so i’m hoping that it’s there,
as i get to the next town
because, really, i am feeling
pretty weary now.

don’t we all want
somewhere to come home to;
to hang our hats and coats too,
like any other kid?

i’ve seen a lot of houses, slept
on couches, floors and beds
so i know i’m after more than
just a place to lay my head.
i’m hoping that it’s there
waiting just around the bend,
it’d be nice to meet the neighbours
before i am dead.

don’t we all want
somewhere to come home to;
to hang our hats and coats too,
like any other kid?
in the childishness of chases, i
took for granted bases
seeing nothing of their value as i hid.
i may be getting older, but
i still want somewhere to fit.

i’ve got a suitcase for my clothing
and a heart i keep for friends
but both are getting full so
let’s just hope the seams can bend!
at least until i’m there, when
all this wandering’s at an end
and just read it in the postcards
someone else has sent.

don’t we all want
somewhere to come home to;
to hang our hats and coats too,
like any other kid?
in the childishness of chases, i
took for granted bases
seeing nothing of their value as i hid.
i may be getting older, but
i still want somewhere to fit.
Track Name: ae fond kiss
they built with bricks and mortar,
hammered wood and carven stone
and wrought the walls where ivy crawls
from crept-in cracks outgrown.

there’s something of a secret
sealed in ceaseless eulogies
but the fundaments that keep it cannot
help themselves but sing!

where now there hangs a mirror
sat a bureau in its stead and
erst was graced by letters laced
in blushing tones of red.

that same heritage of feeling had
its seeding in my heart and
will beat and keep repeating
until ilka star goes dark…

o, my love; my monument
and constant o’er the years.
o, my love; my easement as
the evenings disappear…
in ageing edifice, still, tender
touch our lips. forever fixt
in ae fond kiss.

in years from now (long since
we’ve slipped the surly bonds of earth)
it still remains, that sturdy strain
sown potent in the dirt.

where then will grow a forest
from the sprouting of two trees.
our old secret sung in chorus as
the wind stirs through our leaves.

o, my love; my monument
and constant o’er the years.
o, my love; my easement as
the evenings disappear…
in ageing edifice, still, tender
touch our lips. forever fixt
in ae fond kiss.
Track Name: little bird
what a ways we’ve wandered,
knowing only where we’ve been,
it’s a wonder how we found our way here…
like a filament’s glow, slowly
all new lights begin
with a warming and a waiting to come clear.

when away the sun is hiding,
pray patience perseveres
(there’s hope enough
to hold us for the while).
for He Who holds the heavens
so carries you, my dear,
the author of the joy behind your smile.

sing out your song, little bird gathering seeds
and mind what your mama’s always said.
hear how my voice calls for your harmonies
while Heaven hollers the tune in my head.

courage now, my darling,
you’re anchored in the veil;
steadfast is His Love that hides you.
He is honey to the mouth,
He is strength to the frail and
it’s He i see that’s shining from inside you.

sing out your song, little bird gathering seeds
and mind what your mama’s always said.
hear how my voice calls for your harmonies
while Heaven hollers the tune in my head.

and this i pray,
that your love abounds
more and more still;
growing in grace.
being filled with the
fruits of righteousness,
seeking His face
to the glory and praise
of the Father Who waits in longing.
Track Name: saying goodbye
shall i compare you to some summer sonnet;
sweetly sung or softly spoke…
more like the mystery of a near-off comet,
beautifully burning with the fires of hope.

oh no, please don’t go…
i’ll eat you up, i love you so!

were i the wind, winding where i wanted,
you’d hear my song upon the breeze…
though on this road, lonesome and daunted,
i know that mercy leads in front of me!

oh no, please don’t go…
i’ll eat you up, i love you so!

saying goodbye thaws like snow
as the hurting slowly
seeps and grows. weeping prose
woefully uncomposed… then,
lifting my chin up, remembering the light,
it’s a blessing i’ve a reason to cry!
you’re a blessing and it’s making me cry…

oh no, please don’t go…
i’ll eat you up, i love you so!