Calvary Road CD MP3 Album, Individual songs, Sheet Music Available

Outside The Camp

Words & Music by Colin Buchanan. © 2017 Universal Music (Aust)

Outside the camp no ones cheering
You feel lonely and small
Out there no one needs reminding
You're stuck outside the city wall
Life can dry up and blow away
Like the restless desert sand
Jesus, what do you think you’re doing outside
the camp?

Outside the camp you can smell it
Vultures picking at the bones
When the sky hints at the darkness
All the mockers run for home
Cast your lot and divide the spoils
Of this dying son of man
Jesus what do you think you’re doing outside
the camp?

Outside the camp someone's laughing
It's a hideous disgrace
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
In this God forsaken place
Hear the moans of the dying souls
They're begging for the end
Jesus, what do you think you’re doing outside
the camp?

Outside the camp see them coming
First a trickle, then a flow
They're hungry for forgiveness
They got nowhere else to go
Grace is never a cheap or easy
It puts nails in hands
Jesus knew what he was doing outside the
camp
Jesus knew what he was doing outside the
camp

Holy suffering in that place
There’s pain and there's disgrace
And there's everlasting grace
Outside the camp
Outside the camp

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The Old Bloke

Words & Music by Colin Buchanan. © 2017 Universal Music Publishing

I was cleaning out some letters in a shoebox
Came across a note from Pera Bore
Recognised the writing in an instant
Cos the old bloke isn’t with us any more

He said the North Bourke bridge had seen a
lot of water
He said he should’ve written sooner, that’s for
sure
There were a lot of questions I never got to
answer
Cos the old bloke isn’t with us any more

CHORUS
Was the Darling River flooding when he wrote
it?
Was the western winter whipping at his door
But I’m grateful that he sounded in good
spirits
Cos the old bloke isn’t with us any more.

So as I hold these bits of folded paper
I wonder what it is I keep them for
Flimsy, precious pen and ink connection
To a bloke who isn’t with us any more

CHORUS
Was the Darling River flooding when he wrote
it?
Was the western winter whipping at his door
But I’m grateful that he sounded in good
spirits
Cos the old bloke isn’t with us any more.

And he’d scratched out “Go with God”
Then wrote “I love you both”
In all our time he’d not said that before
But I’m glad that he could say it in a letter
Coz the old bloke isn’t with us any more

CHORUS

And when he rode out of the sunrise that
bright morning
On a trip he’d made a thousand times before
Kurrajong spun headlong into glory
And the old bloke wasn’t with us any more
Kurrajong spun headlong into glory…

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The Hardest Thing You Ever Did

Words and Music Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music Publishing (Aust.)

You were born outside of Liverpool in England
The bank propelled your father left and right
You told me about your boarding school adventures
That a magic world that lived in black and white?

You turned 18, enlisted in the airforce
To fly Horsa gliders over enemy lines
You never lost your wide-eyed joy of flying
And Hitler took that bullet just in time

Expectations placed you at the ledger
But your bankers life was never meant to be
You weathered Grandad’s English aspirations
And he set you sail across the Irish Sea

CHORUS
You always had your chin up to the sky
Stood up straight with self respect and pride
Looked every single challenge in the eye
But the hardest thing you ever did was die

To Aunty Chris you were more than just a nephew
Treasured like the son she never bore
You stepped into the paper mill at Swiftbrook
In your coat and tie you walked the factory floor

When you went to Dr Dugdale's with a toothache
You left there with a filling and a bride
I love that photo on the steps of Christ Church
GKB with Joan Margaret by his side

Crannagh Road was your Irish family castle
Until the mill boss sent you on your way
You bravely sailed the six of us to safety
From Southampton down into Port Phillip Bay

You were 40 when you set foot in Australia
Resourceful and relentless and near broke
You faced hardship like that acre of lantana
Hacked it out and sent it up in smoke

CHORUS
You always had your chin up to the sky
Stood up straight with self respect and pride
You looked every single challenge in the eye
But the hardest thing you ever did was die

“Don’t grow old” you’d always tell your grandkids
An ugly early whiff of Waterloo
Your life began a spiral into helpless
And this time there was nothing you could do

All the finest stories have a champion
To step in when the darkest hour has come
The Saviour came and bore you safely over
The hardest thing you both have ever done

CHORUS
You always had your chin up to the sky
Stood up straight with self respect and pride
You looked every single challenge in the eye
But the hardest thing you ever did was die
You looked every single challenge in the eye
But the hardest thing you ever did was die

We have that all in common, you and I
The hardest thing we’ll ever do is die.

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Will I Be Missed

Words & Music by Colin Buchanan. © 2016 Universal Music (Aust)

The man who invented the iPhone
Couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next
With his little round glasses and joggers
Jeans and his black turtle neck
He was a visionary, a genius, an icon
O the magical gadgets he made
He put a ding in the universe
And then he lay down in the grave

CHORUS
Will I be missed?
What will they say?
Just a few who will notice that I’ve gone away
The noise of the living
Drowns out the dead
What they thought and they learnt
What they did and they said
Well, the sorrow blows by
Tears will be gone
No one gets missed
For long

Just think for a moment of Caesar
He ruled the empire of Rome
He was top of the stack ‘til a knife in the back
Then Julius Caesar was gone
Sure, he got quite a few statues
Sure, we remember his name
But the great and the small
The one and the all
Will come and then go, just the same

CHORUS

When the flowers they sent start to wither
And the moss starts to grow on the stone
The living will get on with living
And the dead will just leave them alone...

CHORUS
I’’m just a mist blowin’ away
Born in the morning live for a day
The body the blood and the bread and the wine
Taking and breaking this curse of the dying
Well, the sorrow will pass
The tears will be gone
I won’t be mist

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Faith Smiles

In Memory of Heather Salaun
Words & Music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music Publishing (Aust.)

Faith smiles
From a deep, deep place
Starts in the heart
And shapes the face
He deals with me according to his mercy
I’ll be home in a little while
Faith smiles, Faith smiles

Faith laughs
Like a joyful child Safe, loved, undefiled
Wisdom knows the weight of pain and
sadness
Heaven is its happy aftermath
Faith laughs, Faith laughs

Faith weeps
At the mess of sin
Real tears for the world we’re in
Mercy leaves them overcome with wonder
Moved by love so tender yet so deep
Faith weeps, Faith weeps

BRIDGE
When faith became her story
Her life was not her own
Jesus got the glory
Jesus called her home
She lived in grace
She ran the race
That’s faith Real faith…

Faith sings
With a love divine
Shines bright in the darkest times
They sang around her bed as she lay dying
Believing she’d be welcomed by her King

Faith sings...
Faith weeps...
Faith laughs...
Faith smiles...

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Speed Of Sound

Words and music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music

Little guy, he was the apple of his mother’s eye
Blondey-haired ray of sweet sunlight
Shining and smiling and tumbling into unsuspecting hearts
Little guy, when he wore the suit well you’d swear
he could fly a flash of red and blue cross the sky
Loving and living and laughing like tomorrow’d never come

CHORUS
He was faster than the speed of sound
Scale mountains in a single bound
More powerful than a steaming locomotive
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No it’s the little guy wearing the suit again
But it makes him faster than the speed of sound

Little guy, he always sucked the marrow dry
4 foot 6 and larger than life
Urging the mob to join him as he soared above the clouds
Little guy - he had the spark that set dreams alive
Gentle and tender yet full of fight
Faithfully joining his father with their shoulders to the wheel

CHORUS

BRIDGE
But little guy, beware for common sense will tell
No super suit can make a man impregnable
A little pride, a little lack of principle
Can sap the strength you thought made you invincible

Little guy, truth is that suit never made you fly
It was something else burning deep inside
Kicking & screaming to burst out and to throw you
towards the light

CHORUS

And it’s faster than the speed of sound
Scales mountains in a single bound
More powerful than a steam locomotive
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No it’s the little guy wearing the leap of faith
I’ll take him faster than the speed of sound

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Like A Child

"Words & Music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music (Aust)
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Let the children come
Don’t hold back the little ones
Simple faith is greater than the mightiest of men
Let the children be
I want them to come to me
You need to know the Kingdom
Will be full of such as them

CHORUS
There is kindness, goodness
Blood-bought forgiveness
Run now to Jesus
And come like a child
His righteous justice
Shall not consume us
The wonders of grace
And his tender embrace
Run to the son
For he calls you
To come like a child
Like a Child

Let the children sing
“Hosanna to the King of Kings”
Riding on a humble colt
Into Jerusalem

Let the children cry
As they see him crucified
Tears will turn to laughter
When their Saviour lives again

CHORUS

Age can make you wise
Age can be a thin disguise
Blind the hardened-hearted
In their unbelief and pride
Children drop their nets
Children do not hedge their bets
Children hear his “Follow me!”
And run to Jesus’ side…

CHORUS
The wonders of grace
And the smile on his face
Run to the Son
For he calls you to come
Like a child, Like a child
Run to the son like a child

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Sunburnt Saints

Words and Music by Colin Buchanan. © 2017 Universal Music (Aust)

Good on you Sister Carmel
Bless you Sister Theo
You put 30 years of love
Into that little outback town
I loved your tales of going out
Like some boundary riding angels
To share a time with bush folks
To listen and to pray

CHORUS
Sunburnt saints
Godly pioneers
A red dirt faith
To ride the wild frontiers
With hope and light and life and love to bring
They follow in the footsteps of the King

Good onya Reverend Ian
You blessed me in that chapel
Always just a handful
But you give them all you can
Beneath the peppercorn in Jericho
You point them to the Saviour
You stand among the distant ones
With faithfulness and joy

CHORUS

Bless you Malcolm & Amada
Your little flock are grown now
But you loved & nurtured each of them
In your strong and gentle way
And I’ve shared the precious fellowship
Through the gates of Lodebar
Chilli and tortillas
And the warm embrace of faith

CHORUS
Sunburnt saints
Godly pioneers
A red dirt faith
To ride the wild frontiers
Sunburnt saints
Godly pioneers
A red dirt faith
To ride the wild frontiers
With hope and light and life and love to bring
They got hope and light and life and love to
bring
There’s hope and light and life and love to
bring
As they follow in the footsteps of the King…

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You’d Like Jesus

Words & Music by Colin Buchanan. © 2017 Universal Music (Aust)

If you like campfires and breathing in the salt air
If you like timber when its worked by hand and
you can tell
If you like taking risks and calling it the way you
see it
Truth that looks you in the eye
Lays the whole lot right there on the line

CHORUS
Well you’d like Jesus
You’d like Jesus
He’s as real as dusty feet and working hands
You’d like Jesus

If you like strangers who will stick up for the little
guy
If you hate make believe religion that’s all a
big fat masquerade
If you like courage that can be as strong as
thunder
But tender as a tear beside a brother’s grave

CHORUS

If you like honesty that top to bottom walks the
line
If you like leaders who’ll risk a bullet who’ll get
down beside the wounded in the trenches
If you know your own heart won’t cut it with a
holy God
I’m with you, brother I’m with you sister
That’s why I think we’re onto something right
here

CHORUS
You’d like Jesus
You’d like Jesus
He’s as real as dusty feet and working hands
You’d like Jesus

Don’t think sandal guy
Don’t think fluffy baa lambs
Don’t think halos or blow-dried beards
He’s no Nigel no-friends
Begging everyone to be his mate
He’s patient and he’s merciful
And he is really, really great...

CHORUS
You’d like Jesus
He’s everything he says he is
He’s a real as linen in an empty tomb
You’d like Jesus he’s still living, you know
Still getting down to business
Still shooting straight and true
Still getting down to business
In fact I think the biggest question is

What does Jesus think of you

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It All Comes Down To Jesus

"Words & Music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music Publishing (Aust.)
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If you don’t see the valley
You’ll never see the mountain
You won’t get the sunrise
Unless you know the night
If you don’t taste defeat well there’ll be
Nothing sweet in victory
And you gotta know there’s danger
To want to be alright

CHORUS
What the lost need the most is the Way
What the fool needs the most is the Truth
What the dead need the most is the Life
And it all comes down to Jesus

If you don’t get the sickness
Being well means nothing
You need to smell the poverty
To put wealthy in its place
You gotta know the sinner
To even start to get the righteous
And if there’s no room for judgement
There’s no room for grace

CHORUS

If I got the cancer
Man, I want to know it
And I’d want to see the smoke
If those fires were rolling in
If seeing all my wretchedness
Drives me to the Saviour
Well I’m nowhere
I got nothing
I got no one else but Him no one else but Him

CHORUS

What the lost need the most is the Way
What the fool needs the most is the Truth
What the dead need the most is the Life
And it all comes down to Jesus

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It Was His Idea

Words and music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music

The setting sun on Uluru
A mother’s whispered “I love you”
The winning goal in extra time
It was his idea

The friend to hold you in your grief
The shooting star and coral reef
That beautiful discovery
It was his idea

CHORUS
It was his idea
He’s the reason that we’re here
Jesus got his fingerprints on
Everything that’s good

The tender touch of skin on skin
The oxygen you’re breathing in
The song the dance the work of art
It was his idea

The hunger inside me and you
That longs for grace and justice too
Mercy by another’s blood
That was his idea

CHORUS
It was his idea
He’s the reason that we’re here
Jesus got his fingerprints on
Everything that’s good

Not chasing mist
Not playing chance
Not buying empty circumstance
When every atom every cell screams
It was his idea

CHORUS
It was his idea
He’s the reason that we’re here
Jesus got his fingerprints on
Everything that’s good

CHORUS
It was his idea
He’s the reason that we’re here
Jesus got his fingerprints on
Everything that’s good

You say we’re meat
We live we die
There is no truth
And God’s a lie
But one day every tongue will cry
“It was his idea”

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Jesus Was Converted

"Words and Music by Colin Buchanan © 2017 Universal Music Publishing
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Saul the ruthless murderer
On the Damascus Road
Fell before the Saviour
That he'd tried to overthrow
Isaiah in the throne room
Owning up to sin
The holy! holy! holy!
Reaches out and touches him

Evil ones forgiven
Broken ones restored
The dead and the unworthy
Meet the mercy of the Lord

CHORUS
Jesus was converted
When he left his Father's side
Took on flesh enduring death
And rose to life
Perfection was converted
Changed forevermore
He’ll bear the scars forever
That he never had before

Now Jonah was a runaway
Fell beneath the waves
See him bend the knee to God
In the desperate prayer he prays
Peter and his brother
The light of faith begins
When Jesus makes the call
And they leave all to follow him

The far ones are returning
The lost ones welcomed home
The wonder of redemption
Found in Christ alone

CHORUS
Jesus was converted
When he left his Father's side
Took on flesh enduring death
And rose to life
Perfection was converted
Changed forevermore
He’ll bear the scars forever
That he never had before

BRIDGE
He didn't need forgiveness but he
won it
He never should have tasted death
but he's done it
God’s Son endured a stunning
transformation
To live the glorious story of salvation

CHORUS
Jesus was converted
When he left his Father's side
Took on flesh enduring death
And rose to life
Perfection was converted
Changed forevermore
He’ll bear the scars forever
That he never had before
He’ll bear the scars forever
That he never had before

He’ll bear the scars forever
That he never had before

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