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A MELODY ON EVERY MOUNTAIN PEAK MATT HAMMER ©1989
THERE’S A MELODY ON EVERY MOUNTAIN PEAK. A SONG JUST WAITING TO BE SUNG. AND IT’S BEST TO HEAR IT IN THE MORNING TIME, WHEN THE MOUNTAIN’S SINGING TO THE SUN. WELL I GET OUT OF BED AND STOKE A NIGHT TIME FIRE. BOIL THE WATER ON THE STOVE. THEN I PICK UP THE FIDDLE AND I PLAY THAT SONG. TIME TO LET THE FEELIN’ FLOW
The SERUM RUN MATT HAMMER ©1990
THE CHILDREN WERE DIEING, DIPHTHERIA PLAGUE. THE SERUM TO SAVE THEM TOO MANY MILES AWAY. THE DARK STORMS OF WINTER NO PILOT COULD FLY THE SERUM TO NOME. THE CHILDREN WOULD DIE. (Chorus) BRAVE MEN, ALL OF THEM, WHO ANSWERED THE CALL. NINETEEN BRAVE MUSHERS AND TWO HUNDRED DOGS. CHARLEY OLSEN, HENERY IVANOFF, GUNNAR KERSON, AND LENARD SEPPALA.
FROM SEATTLE TO SEWARD, BY STEAMSHIP IT CAME. SEWARD, THEN ANCHORAGE TO NENANA BY TRAIN. THEN OFF THROUGH THE KUSKOKWIM MOUNTAINS THEY RAN. DOGTEAM TO DOGTEAM THEY PASSED IT MAN TO MAN.
IT WAS WINTER NINETEEN TWENTY-FIVE. JACK LONDON COLD, FORTY BELOW. THEY STOPPED TO WARM IT BY THE OPEN FIRE FOR SIX HUNDRED SEVENTY MILES INTO NOME.
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FOR DECADES THE STORY WAS TOLD OF THE RUN, THE RACE INTO NOME THAT SAVED THE CHILDREN. JOE REDDINGTON SR. MADE IT HIS JOB TO COMMEMORATE THAT FATEFUL RACE. IT’S CALLED “IDITAROD” SO IN THE WINTER WHEN IT’S WARM INSIDE. OUTSIDE IT’S COLD, FORTY BELOW. JUST THINK OF THOSE WHO RUN THE “LAST GREAT RACE.” AND THINK OF THOSE WHO SAVED THE CHILDREN OF NOME.
(Chorus) HOME, SWEET HOMER MATT HAMMER & DON SCHULTZ ©1984
IT’S NOT BECAUSE IT’S QUIET IN THE MORNING. IT’S NOT BECAUSE THERE’S EAGLES AT THE DOOR. IT’S NOT BECAUSE THE SUN SHINES ON THE KACHAMAK, WHERE THE ORCA WHALES ARE SURFACING OFF SHORE. IT’S NOT BECAUSE IT’S PEACEFUL OUT ON EAST END ROAD, WHERE THE WILDFLOWERS DANCE THE GENTLE BREEZE. INCENSE IN THE AIR, FRAGRANCE EVERYWHERE, REMINDS ME OF A PLACE I LONG TO BE.
(Chorus) AND IT’S HOME, HOME, SWEET HOMER IT’S HOME HOME SWEET HOME I USE TO BE QUITE A ROVER NOW IT HOME HOME SWEET HOMER
I’VE GOT SOME FRIENDS THAT MOVED HERE FROM THE EAST COAST. THEY WERE LOOKING FOR THE FRONTIER WAY OF LIFE. AND SOME THAT COME FROM SUNNY CALIFORNIA. THEY HAVE TROUBLE GETTING USE TO LONG COLD NIGHTS. POOPDECK’S BEEN HERE SINCE HE WAS A YOUNG MAN. HE CHOSE A FISHER LIFE OUT ON THE BAY. AND WHEN THE SUMMER’S OVER THE TOURISTS ALL GO HOME. AND THE FOLKS I LIKE THE MOST ALL WANT TO STAY.
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RECALL THE SUNSET SPARKLING OFF THE GLACIERS IN THE BAY. THE LOW TIDE IS BECKONING WILD BIRDS. RECALL THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF THE EVENING AIR. WILDLIFE SYMPHONIES OF ELEGANCE ARE HEARD. A RUN UP DIAMOND RIDGE SHOWS THE CONES ON DISTANT SHORES, MOUNTS ILIAMNA, READOUT, AUGUSTINE AND THE COVES ACROSS THE BAY BECKONS ME TO STAY IN A PRESENCE I THOUGHT ONLY CAME IN DREAMS. (Chorus)
WRITE YOUR MOM MATT HAMMER ©1985
I DREAMED I SAW MY MOTHER ON “OPRA WINFREY” BENEATH THE BRIGHT LIGHTS. SHE WAS TALKIN’ ‘BOUT ME. THE SHOW WAS ABOUT ALL THE OFFSPRING WHO NEVER WRITE HOME. AND ABOUT ALL THE MOTHERS WHO WAIT PATIENTLY BY THE PHONE.
(Chorus) WRITE YOUR MOM, (WRITE YOUR MOM) SHE KNOWS THAT YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN GONE. WRITE YOUR MOM, (WRITE YOUR MOM) FIND OUT HOW SHE AND THE FAMILY ARE GETTING ALONG
I REMEMBER OATMEAL MORNINGS AND LEMONADE DAYS AND ON THANKSGIVING DINNER MY DAD WOULD ASK MOM TO SAY GRACE. WHEN WE’D GO ON VACATION SHE’D COOK EVERY MEAL IN ADVANCE. AND WHEN SHE WAS HAPPY I REMEMBER HOW HER EYES USED TO DANCE.
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ON A COLD WINTER EVENING THE FIRST TIME THAT YOU GOT THE FLU SHE STAYED RIGHT BESIDE YOU AND MOTHERLY LOVE PULLED YOU THROUGH. WHAT CAN YOU DO? OH, WHAT CAN YOU DO? (I KNOW)
WRITE YOUR MOM, (WRITE YOUR MOM) SHE KNOWS THAT YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN GONE. WRITE YOUR MOM, (WRITE YOUR MOM) FIND OUT HOW SHE AND THE FAMILY ARE GETTING ALONG... (BETTER YET) E-MAIL YOUR MOM COLONEL VAUGHAN (IT’S A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE) MATT HAMMER AND DON “DOC” SCHULTZ ©1985
IT’S A NORTHERN LIGHTS NIGHT, ON THE TRAIL SHINING BRIGHT. THE WIND BLOWS THE COLD DOWN TO FORTY BELOW. THERE’S A RACE INTO NOME. ON THE TRAIL ALL ALONE. AKIN TO THE COLD THAT ONLY BRAVE HEARTS KNOW.
(Chorus) COLONEL VAUGHAN, IT’S A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE MUSHIN’ ON, TO A PLACE IN HISTORY. A MAN OF COURAGE. WITH UNDIEING DEVOTION TO THE SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIL TO DESTINY
BACK IN TWENTY-EIGHT YOU HEARD THE CALL FROM ADMIRAL BYRD. ONE HUNDRED DOGS ON THE POLE, WHAT MAN HAS NEVER DONE. BUT, YOUR COURAGE WAS THERE DOWN IN ANTARCTIC AIR. AND, THE HISTORY IN YOUR EYES SPARKLES CLEARLY THAT YOU WON.
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THEN TO GREENLAND YOU STRIVE. YOUR HORIZONS ALIVE. TO RETURN TO THE SITE WHERE HISTORY HAD FROZE. FROM THOSE WARTIME REMAINS, YOU RECOVERED THE PLANES. STILL AKIN TO THE COLD THAT ONLY BRAVE HEARTS KNOW.
COLONEL VAUGHAN, IT’S A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE MUSHIN’ ON TO A PLACE IN HISTORY. A MAN OF COURAGE. WITH UNDIEING DEVOTION TO THE SPIRIT OF ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIL TO DESTINY
IT’S A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE, A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE, A MARVELOUS ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIL TO DESTINY THE GREAT ONES MATT HAMMER ©1984 SUMMERTIME AND MANY CLIMB DENALI THEY JOURNEY FROM EVERYWHERE ON THE GLOBE TO PREPARE IT YEARS OF PLANNING TO TEST THEIR SOULS AGAINST HER ICE AND SNOW DOUG GEETING FLEW OUR TRUSTED CREW TO BASE CAMP FRANCIS RANDELL PLAYED FIDDLE LATE THAT NIGHT THERE WERE STORIES TOLD OF CLIMBERS BOLD IN TRIUMPH AND THEN THE TALES OF THOSE THAT LOST THE FIGHT
(Chorus) HANG ON, THERE’S SOMEONE COMING. HANG ON TO THE ICE AND SNOW. HANG ON, NAOMI’S COMING WITH RAY GENET´ TO TAKE YOU HOME.
UP AT DAWN AND MOVING ON KAHILTNA GLACIER KAHILTNA DOME SHONE BRIGHTLY IN THE SUN DAY FIVE WE MADE OUR WAY UP WINDY CORNER AT THIRTEEN THOUSAND-THREE NOBODY RUNS WE CAMPED TWO DAYS AT FOURTEEN-THREE BASIN TO CATCH OUR BREATH, ACCLIMATIZE OUR LUNGS TONIGHT WE’LL DREAM OF HEADWALL AND OF HIGHCAMP AND PRAY TO GOD TOMORROW’S CLIMB WILL COME
AT FOUR O’CLOCK WE STOOD ATOP OF THE WEST BUTTRESS PASSED A GERMAN TEAM COMING BACK FROM THE TOP FACES GAUNT ONE WAS BARELY BREATHING TOO TIRED TO MOVE YET TOO AFRAID TO STOP
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AT MORNING’S SONG, WE LOOKED UPON THE SUMMIT IT MUST BE TRUE. THIS MOUNTAIN HAS A HEART THE SKY IS CLEAR. NO CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON. WE’LL MAKE IT TO THE TOP AND BE BACK BY DARK. THE GOING’S FAST, DENALI PASS BY LUNCH TIME. ARCHDEACON’S TOWER STANDS SO PROUD AND SO HIGH. AND THEN WE STOOD HEARTS POUNDING AT THE SUMMIT TWENTY THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED FEET IN THE SKY “HEY”
WE’RE COMIN’ BACK I DROPPED MY PACK DOWN A CREVASS I LOOKED DOWN TO SEE HOW FAR IT FELL THE SNOW GAVE WAY I FELT MY BODY FALLING DOWN SHEER ICE WALLS INTO A FROZEN HELL
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SOME ARE BORN TO WALK A PATH WITH OTHERS AND SOME ARE BORN TO BLAZE THE TRAIL ALONE BUT IF YOU CHOOSE TO CLIMB THE MOUNT DENALI YOUR JOURNEY THERE MIGHT TAKE YOU HOME
HANG ON, NAOMI’S COMING. HANG ON TO THE ICE AND SNOW. HANG ON, DON SHELDON’S COMING. WITH RAY GENET´ TO TAKE YOU HOME. YOUR JOURNEY THERE MIGHT TAKE YOU HOME. I CAN HEAR A MOUNTAIN MATT HAMMER ©1984
I CAN HEAR A MOUNTAIN CALLING OUT TO ME, FAR ACROSS THE OCEAN ON A DISTANT SHORE. WHERE PEOPLE LIVE IN CABINS A HUNDRED MILES FROM ROADS, AND SKIES OF EAGLES SOAR.
ICE THAT FELL AS SNOW, TWO-THOUSAND YEARS AGO. ETERNALLY IS MARCHING TO THE SEA. SKIES OF DANCING LIGHT, UNBELIEVING BRIGHT, BREATHLESSLY DISPLAY FOR ALL TO SEE.
CREATURES OF THE OCEAN JUST LIKE YOU OR I, STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE THE CHANGING LANDS. WITH ESKIMO, AND ALEUT, AND ATHABASKAN TRY TO SAVE THEIR HERITAGE. I HOPE THEY CAN.
I CAN HEAR A MOUNTAIN CALLING OUT TO ME. ECHOES FROM THE CANYONS OF THE NORTH. WHERE PEOPLE LIVE IN CABINS A HUNDRED MILES FROM ROADS, AND SKIES OF EAGLES SOAR. AND SKIES OF EAGLES SOAR. AND SKIES OF EAGLES SOAR BRING IN THE ‘DOZERS MATT HAMMER and DON “DOC” SCHULTZ ©1985 BRING IN THE ‘DOZERS AND WE’LL MOW DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND WE’LL BUILD HOUSES ALL THE WAY TO MT. McKINLEY. WE’LL WATCH THE MARCHES OF THOSE “GOLDEN ARCHES,” AS THEY GOOSE STEP TO THE BERING SEA. CALL UP YOUR MOTHER YOUR SISTER AND YOUR BROTHER TELL THEM COME TO ALASKA AND SEE. JUST AROUND THE BEND THEY’LL FIND A DIVIDEND SITTIN’ IN THEIR MAILBOX FOR FREE.
(Chorus) NORTH TO ALASKA (NORTH TO ALASKA) WATCH THE CARPET BAGGERS COME . DID YOU SEE THE TRAFFIC JAM WHEN THEY PAVED THE ALCAN BUMPER TO BUMPER PILGRIMS ON THEIR WAY. WE’LL BUILD A BIGGER AIRPORT, SO THEY CAN LAND THE “CONCORDE” BRING ‘EM IN FROM EUROPE EVERY DAY I KNOW WE’LL FIND SOME MORE OIL, WE’LL GOUGE THE LAND LIKE A BOIL ON THE HIND-END OF A FORMER INTERIOR SECRETARY AND WHEN THE FLOWERS DIE,THERE’LL BE NO NEED TO CRY. WE’LL JUST PAINT THE ASPHALT GREEN.
(Chorus)
SO IF YOU’RE THINKING OF MOVING TO ALASKA TO BUILD A PIPE DREAM OF A WILDERNESS RETREAT DON’T TELL YOUR NEIGHBOR AND YOU’D BETTER BRING A SABER CAUSE YOU’LL FIGHT FOR EVERY INCH OF LIBERTY BUT WE’LL STICK AROUND, UNTIL THE SKY TURNS BROWN AND ALL THE TREES AND FLOWERS GO AWAY AND THEN WE’LL LEAVE,–MAYBE, PLANT ANOTHER SEED, ON A DISTANT PLANET FAR AWAY. (Chorus)
Songs on the Wind Matt Hammer © 1997 SONGS ON THE WIND. THAT’S NOT WHERE A SONG BEGINS. IT’S FROM WITHIN. SONGS ON THE WIND.
PRAYERS FROM THE HEART. OH THAT THE ONLY PART, THAT A PRAYER CAN START. PRAYERS FROM THE HEART.
LOVE IN THE SOUL. A GLORY TO BEHOLD. THIS I’M TOLD. LOVE IN THE SOUL.
FAITH IS THE WAY. OH FAITH CAN SAVE THE DAY. IT’S THE ONLY WAY. FAITH SAVES THE DAY.
PEARLS TO THE SWINE. IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. PEARLS OF YOURS AND MINE. PEARLS TO THE SWINE.
FAITH SAVES THE DAY. LOVE IN THE SOUL. PRAYERS FROM THE HEART. SONGS ON THE WIND.
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