It Could Happen

I wrote the lyrics in the fall of 1996 for my son. The music was added in 2001. This recording was made in July 2009 with Henry Conley on guitar; Doug Conley on bass; John Phillips on drums; Riley Yielding on trumpet and me, Gene Woolfolk, Jr. on my Alesis Fusion Workstation (synth). This was the video I had in mind when I wrote song.



There is a story behind how this song was written. My son was given a selection of topics to write on back when he was in middle school. It was late in the evening, when he brought it to my attention and too late for him to work on a 20 line poem. So, I know I did the wrong thing, I sent him to bed and I stayed up writing on the topic that appealed to me, It Could Happen. While trying to think of what to write and the tv running on late night network stations, I started to hear all the public service announcements for child abuse, saw Sally Struthers with the starving kids in Africa, Aids, the bombing of the federal building in Oklahoma, and more. And, I had to try to write from a 12 yr old's idealist point of view. So, this is how this song came about






It Could Happen


What if all God's children had food to eat?
What if all good children never got beat?
What if ignorance would stop and listen?
It could happen, it really could happen.

What if all wars stopped and we lived in peace?
What if all the bombs would suddenly cease?
What if terrorism stopped and we lived as kin?
It could happen, it really could happen.

What if the homeless had a place to sleep,
A roof over head and a place to keep?
What if disease left not to come again?
It could happen, it really could happen.

What if people stopped hurting each other,
And did honor their father and mother?
And what if there was no more crime or sin?
It could happen, It really could happen.

When the different nations make amends,
When all the wars end and we live as friends,
We can never go back that way again.
It could happen, it really could happen.



Charlton Woolfolk, Jr.



Copyright 2006 Charlton Woolfolk, Jr.

Lost and Lonely Me

I've wandered for a lifetime,
Searching to be free,
Mailigned by the righteousness
Of uncommon destiny.

Even as I stop to ponder,
I wonder what's to be
Of the one without a partner,
The lost and lonely me.

I look for the one who'll lift me up
Or bring me to my knees,
The one whose heart will soothe me
Like a cool summer breeze.

Whose arms will long to hold me
Through all eternity.
The one who'll always want to be
With lost and lonely me.

I would climb the highest mountain,
Cross the biggest sea,
To give you all the love you need
True and endlessly.

If you would give me one good look
I know that you'll agree,
There'll never be another
Lost and lonely me.

*copyrighted 2004*
Charlton Woolfolk, Jr.

Love Will Carry The Distance

In the darkness, I find my strength
And wonder about the inequities upon me.
I feel a power lifting me up,
And know that force is mightier than thee.

Feeling neither indifferent nor resolute
I ponder the fate of my existence.
For their atrocities on me, I refute
And know that love will carry the distance.

Can you feel the force? Can you feel the power?
The pressure of oppression attacks the masses.
With the faith in love, we will endower
The true believers before our time passes.

While in darkness, they lay siege against the kingdom
And obliterate those that lacked the faith
I'll stand tall with the strength I've implored
And spread the love and the power of my lord.

May our aggressors be stricken with the power of love
And their atrocities leave with the peace of a dove.
Then we shall celebrate with a song and a dance,
And know that love will carry the distance.

Gene Woolfolk, Jr.

The Prophecy

Lieing down, all my thoughts rapidly drift away.
Physical limitations make my body stay.
Feeling sound, darkness overcomes my sullen mind.
The spirit speeds through passages of a different kind.

I see my free spirit on the edge of darkness
A flicker of light and we are suddenly blessed.
Staring blindly at the realms of new horizons
with revelations which surpass Mt Zion's.

A portal sent from Heaven's gates,
It explodes, a new dawn awaits.
A radiant spirit burst 'fore us,
Her angelic smile adores us.

Messenger of deliverance
Do I not have one futile chance?
Is my dire life about to change,
Because of something that's so strange?

Fire and ice that's moving swiftly into the night,
Days of future pass between the radiant light.
Can't you see the fury that's about to unfold?
Can't you see it's a story that'll never be told?

I can see what's she's thinking of
I can see what she thinks she needs
I can see what's come from above
And it must be love, must be love.

Sweet sounds of trumpets blowin'
Tellin' me new seeds are asowin'.
The entrance of this spirit queen
Alerts me to things unforseen.

Seas boil, the earth quakes, as the seven seals are broken.
And in the house of souls, no more words are spoken.
Believers don't be decieved, man reaps what he sows.
For in time, man will reap a harvest, so it goes.

(not) THE END
by Gene Woolfolk, Jr.

Welcome To The Monkey House

Hank Williams in Alex City Jail (Alexander City, AL)

Welcome to the Monkey House!
System's a blood sucking louse.
Stupidity amplified,
My anger intensified.
Venegeance deliberated.
Tolerance exasperated.
Exhuberant anxiety
Conflicts social impropriety.
Repetitive jargon from imbeciles,
Rambling babbles from pedophiles.
Flatulance permeates.
Captivity debilitates.

Gene Woolfolk, Jr