Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
A MATTER OF HEART Time: ?? Tenor: ?? Bass: ?? - Stan Rogers, 19?? (unreleased)
We live in fear of no one to love us Of feeling like an empty hole No kind heart or strengthening hand To light the dark and seeking soul Behind the walls of lonely protection Afraid to give for what we may lose And to hide our sin or let someone in Everyone will have to choose
CHORUS ONE: Put your life on the line Give your hand and pledge your time To the love whose lips enflame you Like some ancient and golden wine And to all, it's a start In fulfilling greatest needs in part For in whatever we dream of what we someday want to be It's a matter of heart
We like to think we know what you are doing We always like to be in control The rational mind rules the passionate heart Is what the ancient sages told But that can sound a little bit hollow When you are sitting by the fire alone And the rarest of wine, tastes of ashes and brine When you've no one there to keep it warm
CHORUS TWO: Put your life on the line Give your hand and pledge your time To the love whose lips enflame you Like some ancient and golden wine And to all, it's a start In fulfilling greatest needs in part For in whatever we dream of what we someday want to be It's a matter of heart
The ways in which our pride will stall us When we know we should be losing control Puts us in fear of falling And we let it go Our careful words are self deceiving Though we'd like to call them pretense and art And every old bind, is held in the mind When it's really just a matter of heart
ENDING: REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
NOTES - From: [email protected] (Brian Morton), 28 Nov 1994 SYMBOLS: - Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord - Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure - Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure