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These Diamonds
© 1997 Grant Livingston

These Diamonds
There’s a story behind these diamonds
Your grandma kept them in a velvet box inside a drawer
Like islands
In a green velvet sea, these little diamonds
They could have brought a pretty penny in their time

If we sold them we sure could have used the money
But one day all that money would be gone
And grandma said we can’t be poor
Just look right here inside this drawer
And once a year, she’d put them on

Chorus: How they sparkle
  How they shine
  Handed down to you and me to be their keeper for a time
  But these diamonds, these little islands
  How they sparkle, how they shine  How they shine, these little islands
  How they shine, these little diamonds
  How they shine, these little islands
  How they shine
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

These islands
There’s a story behind these islands
Your grandpa sailed me out to them when I was just your size
These islands
In a green velvet sea, they're just like diamonds
They could have brought a pretty penny in their time

And we could have filled them in a built a city
Like grandma could have sold those jewels she prized
She kept them safe and so did we
These diamonds, these mangrove keys
So you can see with your own eyes

Chorus: How they sparkle
  How they shine
  Handed down to you and me to be their keeper for a time
  But these diamonds, these little islands
  How they sparkle, how they shine

Bridge:  So many generations have passed these heirlooms down
  So easily they could have sold them
  So very much more beautiful to hold them

Chorus: How they sparkle
  How they shine
  Handed down (handed down, handed down) through time
  But these diamonds, these little islands
  How they sparkle, how they shine

  How they shine, these little islands
  How they shine, these little diamonds
  How they shine, these little islands
  How they shine

 

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A Little Invitation
©2001 Grant Livingston


Here’s a little invitation,
And it might seem strange
‘Cause I never plan ahead,
But now I’m gonna change.
You’re invited to my funeral,
You’re invited to my wake,
Yeah, you heard me right - That was no mistake.

See, all your friends come around
The minute that you die -
Even friends you haven’t seen
For a long, long, time.
I’m imagining the scene,
All of my old friends there
And I don’t get to see them - that just isn't fair.

Chorus:
  I want my funeral now,
  Let’s get the whole thing started,
  Cause you can’t enjoy da party
  When you are departed.
  Have more fun
  Than natural law allows.
  Can’t wait another minute,
  I want my funeral now!

Gonna drink a little whiskey,
Gonna eat a lotta food
And we're hiring a band
And they're gonna play the blues.
So when I really die
You can stay at home
Right now is the time - And there’s a party going on!

Repeat Chorus:

Bridge:
  Oh, all my friends will come
  From Maine to Washington.
  It will be so much fun
  Just to be near them.
  Oh, they can eulogize
  And tell all kinda lies,
  It will be twice as nice
  If I'm still here to hear them.

So get your airplane tickets,
Hurry up, come on,
‘Cause I know that you would be here
If I were really gone.
There’s no need to be sad,
There're gonna be no ghosts to haunt you
But it’s my funeral - And I’ll cry if I want to!

Repeat Chorus: