Lyrics by Vivian Widick
Moon and the Sun
Genres: Folk
Pale soft innocent face It’s dimples not been erased By the constant ebbing of space Always turned towards the light An optimist in any old fight The balance between them was a colour, a sort of off white Breathe and watch Them circle each other Till someone’s existence was not Breathe And watch Them circle each other A sister and brother Til ones existence was not Temper, fury untamed Quick wit, fanning the flames You hate when u look, but when gone it’s empty and plain Center of all that we know, A power that’s hard to control So he shares what he can with the dimples that now slightly glow Breathe and watch Them circle each other Till someone’s existence was not Breathe And watch Them circle each other A sister and brother Till someones existence was not Till someone’s existence was not
© Vivian Widick Aug 15, 2025
Impression Sunrise
Genres: Folk
The morning blinds me with its rage I wipe the fog from off my face I stumble out into my ship And far from shore, away I slip I fear this day was yestermorn And yet tomorrow, I’ll adorn This same old lake, the same old shore Todays tomorrows life I’ve sworn Mmmm If I could hold onto these years Mmm But sadly life had brought me here Follow the ever fiery sun I’ll promise you all my tomorrows when I’m done For a fisherman has more work than mornings have begun I’ll come home when crows song is sung I’m first to wake and last to sleep I’ve seen all laughter, heard all weep The sunrise means not much to me The colours bleed against the sea Mmmm If I could hold onto these years Mmm But sadly life had brought me here Follow the ever fiery sun I’ll promise you all my tomorrows when I’m done For a fisherman has more work than mornings have begun I’ll come home when crows song Follow the ever fiery sun I’ll promise you all my tomorrows when I’m done For a fisherman has more work than mornings have begun I’ll come home when crows song is sung
© Vivian Widick Aug 15, 2025
February
Genres: Pop, Folk
When she loves you Like the seasons You know that she’ll be back when she needs ya On her own terms She’ll ask to wear your sweater And tho it’s breezy you know it’s better To do what she asks you And you contemplate all the time And you know she’s best left way behind And you say It’s easier to be cold And alone Like the last piece of snow In February In February If you love her, then she leaves you But you push her away and clings like a stray So do nothing Now you’re tired of the constant And you and a break cause there’s too much to take But you have to And you contemplate all the time And you know she’s best left way behind And you say It’s easier to be cold And alone Like the last piece of snow In February In February
© Vivian Widick Aug 15, 2025
He Knows Not
Genres: Folk
The rocks of our humble little town Collapse as he frowns And we don’t quite know why He holds a vengeance that is far too deep For a little boy to keep Watch for the twinkle in his eye He knows More than he should He is bad More than he’s good Don’t let him go The trees rumble in his wake He’s feet cause the earth to shake Mountains are molehills to him For greatness larger than life His wit is that of a butter knife His words are soft and thin He knows More than he should He is bad More than he’s good Let’s all watch him fall from the sky Watch his wings catch fire as he flies Cast down from higher above He knows not of our love The world stands silent as he sleeps When dreams are the company he keeps Not a sound is heard Thunder follows when he roars For a boy must settle his scores His anger may never be cured He knows More than he should He is bad More than he’s good Let’s all watch him fall from the sky Watch his wings catch fire as he flies Cast down from higher above Lucifer knows not of our love Let’s all watch him fall from the sky His screams are agony, more anger than cry Cast down from higher above He knows not our love Don’t let him Don’t let him go Must keep him Must keep him home Don’t let him Don’t let him go Must keep a Must keep a hold Let’s all watch him fall from the sky His screams are agony, more anger than cry Cast down from higher above He knows not our love
© Vivian Widick Aug 15, 2025