Joseph Was Travelling With A Heavy Load


His Dreams Were Broken And Deep Sorrow Flowed From His Brow





Closer To Sundown He Prepared To Rest


Set Down The Burden,


Lay Upon His Chest


Then She Came





Sir, Come To Me And I Will Keep You Warm


Taste Hope In My Skin And Faith With The Dawn


You Will Rise





Beyond The Sunrise That Is Where We Live


Feeding Our Counsel And True Comfort Give


Travelling Men





Joseph Was Sure The Liquor Had Caused This Dream


His Eyes Were Sure That Heaven Was Not Her Scene


She Was No Saint


Sir, Come To Me And I Will Keep You Warm


Taste Hope In My Skin And Faith With The Dawn You Will Rise