DREAMS OF GLORY

WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY ANNALENE C NEL-VENTER 2012 

CHORUS

There’s a part of me I let no one else see

please come sit down let me pour us some tea

may I introduce you, this is me.

I’m not the state of my kitchen floor

I’m not my family, my man or my job

I may be old, but I still have dreams of glory

I may be old, but I still dream of glory

VERSE 1

Like yesterday I hear my grandmother say:

“Just the other day I was young and unafraid.

Yes this is me” as she hands me down 

her box of dreams

“You know what my child life’s but a fleeting flower.

Which now paints the room, 

will whither within hours.

I may be old, but I still have dreams of glory.”

VERSE 2

Every day I watch mother at work,

refusing my help, sends me off into the world    

her words echoes those of others and

conversations with aunts:

“Your man love, respect.

To your children be kind.

Give to them freely, but take for yourself.

Don’t make the mistakes that I made

in not taking this advice.

Accept good help offered, and my sacrifice.”

CHORUS

There’s a part of me I let no one else see

please come sit down let me pour us some tea

may I introduce you, this is me.

I’m not the state of my kitchen floor

I’m not my family, my man or my job

I may be old, but I still have dreams of glory

I may be old, but I still dream of glory

BRIDGE

“What for you are just beginning – 

for me this is it.

So can I ask you just one thing to finish for me:

Life goes too quickly so please fully live it.

 Oh, for me, make history.”

Please for me, don’t give up your dreams of glory!       

Please live out your dreams, 

you were created for glory!

But Mother and Father  can’t you see what I do

it’s not what your words teach me

it’s the things that you do

All that you pray me – the glory the dreams

Go on before me and I’ll do the same!

There’s a part of me I let no one else see

please come sit down let me pour us some tea

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Ek is so lelik
Veral sonder grimering
Vol vlek en rimpel, so faal,
Oud, soveel gebreke

Ja dit is waar –
daar is baie dinge wat ek doen
Maar niks volgens die wêreld se standaard
Dat iemand daarvoor sal wil betaal…

Want ek is te alledaags,
Afgesloof, net ‘n huisvrou, net ‘n Ma
Kyk hoe lyk die kinners en die huis
So selfs dit is iets waarin ek faal

Dan kom ek net soos ek is
Na U en U koester my soos ‘n moeder ‘n kind en U sê:

Ek is nie hoe ek lyk nie
Ek is nie hoe ek voel nie
Ek is nie wat ek dink nie
Ek is ek is wat ek is

Ek is nie my gisters
Ek is nie my môres
Ek is nie wat ander van my dink of sê
Of aan my doen nie
Ek is wat ek is, ek is

Ek is nie wat ek het of nie het nie
Ek is nie wat ek weet of nie weet nie
Ek is nie wat ek doen nie
Ek is. Ek is wat ek is. Ek is!

KOOR:
Ek is Lig
Ek is Geliefd
Ek is liefde
Die dogter van die SkepperGodKoning
Die dogter van die SkepperGodKoningin
Ek is wat ek is want U IS my Vader en Moeder

U is U is U is wat U is
Die Ek Is
Wat was, Wat Kom
Wat Is
U is Ewig,
U is Enig
Glorieryk in U Majesteit
U is Bowenal
OpperGod
U is die Ek is

En daarom is ek. Ek is wat ek is.

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